Love-Sick by Paul Tristram

“Put your love away…
you’re making everyone feel sick!”
she hissed.
“No!” someone answered,
“Put your bitterness away…
you’re spoiling everybody’s fun.
You and your ugly sneer
should fuck off somewhere else
where you can’t upset decent folk!”
So she walked home sideways
like an irate crab,
to her lopsided, dilapidated house
in the Forgotten Quarter.
Drank half a pint of vinegar
straight down without even flinching.
Then took a potato peeler to bed
and roughly scalped her pubic bone.
Whispering “Miss Havisham’s
a fucking sunbeam compared with me…
I even hate the women!”

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/