Your Filth, Down My Drainpipe, No More!

by Paul Tristram / August 28th, 2016

That was forty years ago.
I’ve got a temper, mind,
just like everyone
but that’s the only time
I’ve been a violent woman.
I had always thought
‘Bang your heads together’
was just an expression.
Oh, well, we live and learn.
I watched him out in the town
week in and week out,
‘If looks could kill’ and all that.
I gossiped and slandered
and went out of my way
to do my worst.
My last words to him were
that I’d see him buried yet.
All those Christmases passed by
and finally it happened.
I was at the funeral, of course,
none of them wanted me there
but no one dared stop me.
After all is said and done
he was the only man I ever loved.

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, August 28th, 2016 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.