No More Screaming Riots

… sound as a pound, mun…

She is sweetly ‘Smiling’
The Sun [Tarot Card]
… as I am mangling
a Violin by plucking
and strumming it
like a [Fucking] Banjo.
“That’s cute, boy…
but, you’ll go to Hell
for it, I’m sure.”
… and we laugh…
“Yeah? You obviously
haven’t seen my
extremely looonnnggg
and horrible Criminal
Record.” I smirk-back.
We are becoming
‘Looser’, a little more
a belt-hole at a time…
‘Opening-Up’ slowly,
carefully, Reciprocally.
“No, but, I’ve seen you
run up a vertical wall
to put a house sparrow
chick back in its nest
… then, aggressively
push a queue-jumping
Burberry Chav
right onto his arse,
in front of his horrified
girlfriend an hour later
to everyone’s applause.”

* ‘Mun’ is a Welsh word that doesn’t actually mean anything, it’s simply used to add emphasis to whatever it is that you’re saying.

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.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.