Succubi Lullaby

[After The Cocaine-Train To Slack And Dribble]

by Paul Tristram / January 29th, 2023

That’s Quaint… [Part]
lowering your guard
… like a Hooker
window-displaying.
Come… Suck the
‘Sin’ out of my Soul
… and Spit it
back into the Apple.
We ‘Undress’
inside ‘Conversation’
unless we’re Careful
… Vulnerable
and Naked… sounds
very Sacrificial to me.
I’m bored with
Emotionless Motion
… CRAVING
a ‘Heart-Shaped’
Springtime… and yet,
I keep shaking my
head at open arms…
‘Hitting and Quitting’
to once again Fly Solo.

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’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 29th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.