Daubuz Moors by Paul Tristram

 Is where I should have
hit her into a deep section of stream
with a wooden fence post, repeatedly
until completely unconscious.
Then stood with one foot forcibly
upon the back of her unfaithful, lying head
for the exact amount of time
that it takes to smoke an entire roll-up.
Then walked away and pleaded ignorance.
But I’m only human and make mistakes
just like everyone else
upon this Fucked-Up Planet!

© Paul Tristram 2013