Gunner’s ‘Luck’ Mileage [Fuck The Drummer He’s Replaceable]

I Endured ‘48 Hours’
in a room… bare
… apart from
an ashtray, lighter
[to wind-me-up],
lamp, and stereo
… which I only
allowed myself
to listen to
‘War Drumming’ on
… through BLAST
-ING headphones.
I was High on Speed
… whilst…
from both
Alcohol & Tobacco.
I pissed [seldom]
in a corner bucket
… needing not to
defecate, being
Anorexic for
a month previous.
Pushing ‘Good’
out of my Mind
[whenever they
appeared]… and,
replacing them
with the ‘Dark’
and the ‘Negative’.
I reached Down
into the Pit
of my Psyche…
and Demanded
to Speak
to my Demons
… they Laughed
… and I heard
a Triple Echo say
“… You’re just the
‘Getaway Driver’… ”

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.