Looking Straight Down Her Nose, Always
(She Blames The Very People She’s Being Mean To?)
There is an unnatural fury inside, hippopotamus size.
Cold, murderous stares
from a ridiculously unfair, judgemental mind.
Her little black book is quite fat in size, actually
and is full of victims/punch bags not lovers.
Yes, that’s a husband scolded again around her
in several different ways
over several different imaginary offences.
Mirrors are for scowling into
and to be taken on the trot,
for you cannot bend and warp the truth in them
and the eyes are a prison cell to the blackest of souls.
© Paul Tristram 2015
That’s The 3rd Time She’s Settled This Year
“Well, just look at that, he’s a new one, ain’t he.
She likes the pretty, younger man, doesn’t she.
The last one wasn’t around long after the polish
had worn off but at least there wasn’t all that
police and trouble like the one before him.
Heartbroken and bewildered that poor bugger was
but violence is violence and you can’t be kicking off
like that and be expecting sympathy and the like.
Tanya…have you seen this new one’s motor yet?
…is it blue?…aw, I bet it’s bloody blue and all.
Do you think it’s on that dating site she must be
finding all these fella’s at? ‘Middle-aged Slapper
looking for pretty, young boy. Slim with no sense
at all. Must like leftovers and drive a blue car’
Oooh, you are awful Jackie, laughing at the crap
that comes out of my mouth but I know you’re
all thinking it as well, ya bunch of wicked bastards.
Anyway, here comes the 1A…Linda pass me them
other two Lidl’s bags will you, let’s get some seats
up the back so we can have some peace to gossip!”
© Paul Tristram 2015
Piss & Vinegar
She’s filled to the absolute brim with both,
you can hear them boiling and bubbling away
each time she opens up that vipers pit of a mouth
to hiss out vicious blasphemies.
Blames everyone but herself, it’s pathetic,
you can’t treat people mean and expect to keep them,
no lessons learnt with this one.
She wants vengeance for breaking her own heart,
dominion over other people isn’t love, it’s wickedness.
Her pretty, colourful bird flew the nest,
broke its bullshit chains and escaped
the day her chickens finally came home to roost.
Now she plots and schemes the downfall
of the one she misses so much,
have him murdered, imprisoned, destitute and broken
if only she could, and believe me, she’s tried.
But it never works and Karma
keeps slapping her back harder each time.
Stubbornness and nastiness make the ugliest
and bleakest kind of painting palettes
yet applied daily is the perfect colour for ruining your life.
© Paul Tristram 2015
There Are Several Different Types Of Unpleasantness
And You Look Like All Of Them Wrapped Up In One Stinking Bow
I find myself having to look away.
What is going on inside the human being
that you call yourself? is fascinating.
It’s like most of the physical mechanics
are working properly (You can wave
your arms around in anger well enough!)
But there are other important ingredients
missing, a ‘Botch Job’ so to speak.
I have to squint my way through
your unnecessary quick-fire lies
(and you’re not even talking to me!)
All you want to do is ‘Take’ and ‘Hurt’
and ‘Control’ everyone around you,
yet you’re not happy when that’s achieved?
I feel like picking you up and shaking you
just to check that there really isn’t a soul
in there somewhere but I’m not allowed to.
I’m having less respect for Mary Shelley’s
‘Imagination’ by the day, after all I’m practically
surrounded by the damned things almost constantly.
© Paul Tristram 2015
I Don’t Like You, Not Because I’m A Horrible Person
… But Because You Are, Silly!
I’ve seen you stab innocent people
both mentally and emotionally
who were minding their own business.
Sucker punching friendly folk,
cutting kindness to the quick,
and tantruming over pleasantries.
Targeting the happy and contented
then raining trouble and strife
down upon their now ruined day.
Then pointing fingers of accusation
at the freshly, disorientated victims
beneath your ‘Little Hitler’ jackboot heel
and blaming them for upsetting you?
You are ugly to be around
yet, fascinating to watch from a far.
Just imagine what it must be like
to have to live 24/7 within that skin
of squirming, disgusting fury…
ych y fi, mun… gives me the shivers!
© Paul Tristram 2016
Why Are You Asking A Liar & A Cheater
To Behave Differently?
“Because I want what’s best for them.
I just know deep down inside that they can change.
They simply need to see sense, is all.
Everyone deserves a second chance.
Everybody has the right to love.
Besides, I’ve seen the nice side of them,
granted, it’s hidden pretty well most of the time
…but sometimes when we’re alone…it’s there.
I want to help them, I’m a good guy!”
“No, I don’t believe you, one iota.
You want to manipulate and passively aggressively control them.
Bind them to your will…there’s nothing ‘Good Guy’ about that.
What care you about their deceitfulness and bullshit?
If you don’t like what they are…stay away from them.
If they want help to change they’ll ask for it.
You are not a preacher, nor a saviour, nor very nice.
And your life so far is hardly a blueprint for anything, is it?
You are either like them yourself
or you are looking for love and friendship in the wrong place?
Which means you are either foolish and it’s you who needs help
or blind and should not be trying to lead anybody anywhere!”
© Paul Tristram 2015
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096
‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ athttp://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope
at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204
You can also read his poems and stories here!http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
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