Succubi Lullaby

[After The Cocaine-Train To Slack And Dribble]

by Paul Tristram / January 29th, 2023

That’s Quaint… [Part]
lowering your guard
… like a Hooker
window-displaying.
Come… Suck the
‘Sin’ out of my Soul
… and Spit it
back into the Apple.
We ‘Undress’
inside ‘Conversation’
unless we’re Careful
… Vulnerable
and Naked… sounds
very Sacrificial to me.
I’m bored with
Emotionless Motion
… CRAVING
a ‘Heart-Shaped’
Springtime… and yet,
I keep shaking my
head at open arms…
‘Hitting and Quitting’
to once again Fly Solo.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 29th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.