“Move Away From The Last One”

~ Dialogue with ‘Freckles’ ~

“Acquiescence is a Strange Prison Cell”
she stated, thoughtfully.
“I can’t see you there?”
I replied, curious by the admission.
“I was Hunting… Baiting Traps…
getting ‘Him’ to lower Walls,
Boundaries, and Open-Up his Heart.”
“Oh, I see…”
“I grow Colder with each Victory
… Justice is Giddying in its Evenness.”
“You’re Participating, not Learning…”
“Not everyone can Adapt at your Speed
… I’ve witnessed you [Deliberately]
walk into a waiting Shooting Gallery…
to get Triggered and Heal Anger Issues
… and, although they smiled at first…
they were unaware of your Uplevelling.”

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.