Fuck You October [Scratching The Polished Surface]

~ de/con/struc/ting… “all I have left is me, and I don’t make sense without you” ~

“… You are a ‘Poet’,
for Christ Sake!
Articulate, Smart,
and very Clever.
I thought, foolishly
… that taking you
out amongst
other ‘Artists’…
would be Magical.
But, you ended-up
describing a way
of Vandalising
‘Lyrical, Flowery
Poetry and Spoken
Word Delivery’
[You’d Invented]
… by Destroying
Aural ‘Scumbling’
and ‘Sfumato’…
with the use
of ‘Gatling-Gunned’
Razor-Sharp Edges.
Proceeding to give
an Example… by
beautifully Reciting
one of your own
[Rare these days]
‘Love Poems’…
you had the entire
room in the palm
of your Charismatic
hand, I swear.
Until you smirked…
retraced a few steps
and Injected
… a middle-eight…
using the Imagery
of Wilfred Brambell
‘All Ponced Up’
outside of ‘Work
Hours’ and the
White Trash, sterile
Platinum Blonde
of Myra Hindley…
to Lumière Auto
-chrome as you then
… Photographed…
the Exact Moment
‘Unrequitedness’
Targets the Soul…
a [Precise] fraction
of a second before
the ‘Wilt’ and
‘Limp-Dickness’
of DECAY actually
… B-l-o-s-s-o-m-s…
into ‘Residency’
… via, [Surgical]
‘Line Manipulation’.
Congratulations…
everyone now either
wants to ‘Fight’
or ‘Fuck’ you…
some of them BOTH!”

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.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.