Crépuscule, Babyy

… getting ready to invade
‘The Streets’… and,
hitting the shuffle button
… I luck upon
The Damned’s song
‘Dozen Girls’…
as I light-up something
[Specially] concocted.
“I miss you snorting
off my tingling body”
she texted half hour ago
… followed by…
“Let me back into
your ‘Energy’, pleassse”.
Not even a ‘Smile’
… I’ve practically
forgotten her Name,
and what she ‘Tastes’ like…

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.