Battering-Blue [Moribund and Redundant]

~ I knew that there’d be trouble… just as soon as I heard I was invited ~

Just a whiff of a Rumour
… toed-back by Nicky
[Who’d just returned
from an outside
Court Appearance]…
and shit got real fast.
We urged that little
junkie-fuck Shiner
to accidentally-on
-purpose nudge him
in the canteen queue
once… he ignored it
[Big Fucking Mistake]
dog-whistling Gang
‘Finger-Snaps’… and,
Shiner moved in again
… this time he half
-turned and frowned.
“He’s losing his bottle,”
I hissed, then nodded.
Three of them had him
with metal food trays
at the corner-bend
back towards the stairs.
“Not so clever now
… you gobby prick,”
spat an Officer… before
ending the kerfuffle
with a [Bored] “Enough!”

* Cotter’s last [hidden] journal entry before the ‘Prison Napalm’ revenge attack that left him permanently blind in one eye.

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.