The Night We Fought And Fucked To ‘Ride Of The Valkyries’ by Paul Tristram

The windows can be replaced
but they’ll never get those stains
out of the ceiling.
Another public order offence,
it’ll take me twelve months
to pay that off.
There goes the Christmas cocaine.
The neighbours look at me
like I’m Adam and Eve’s
Snake.
I’m just glad that the guns
were working that night
and not at home.
You’ll be the death of me
but I still love you,
you crazy bitch.
I’ll see you later,
your corner’s waiting,
say hello to Stacey.

black derby

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’ at http://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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