Seascape William Gets Landlocked By A Kiss And A Lie

by Paul Tristram / July 30th, 2023

… you can’t go Home like ‘That’,
your knees smell like daisies.
You’ll need a ‘Straightener’
for that [Normally] perfect hair
… you’re just lucky
that I didn’t actually tear-it-out
… in my Fucking Excitement!!!
Trot-on, nah, come-back…
your kisses are slippery-slope
leading the ‘Bad Boy’ in me
… straight into an Emotional
‘Car Crash’… and I do not care.
“You’ll be the death of me.”
I say that to everyone… but,
you are trouble, and your ‘Taste’
is yearning and burning me Crazy!

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, July 30th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.