It was New Years Eve
and we had roughly half hour
before we’d be properly missed.
We pulled each other
frantically into a back lane.
All fingers, tongues
& knicker elastic.
Heading backwards & sideways
towards the nearest rubbish bins
to have a knee-trembler up against.
(Class… pure class!)
I’d perfected this
rough & tumble encounter
whilst still in school
but in the decades since
I’d honed shoehorning
into an art form.
But the Devil was against us
this almost unfaithful evening.
There was a homeless guy
standing under the one lightbulb
wooden lamppost.
With his combat trousers
around his ankles
and what looked like
a jug of gravy
thrown all up and down
his shivering arse & legs
(He even had some
splashed on his cock!)
“Eww!” she exclaimed
and I felt her dry up instantly
like Autumn on fast-forward.
“It’s Ok for you… you can walk
away from me… I can’t!”
He exclaimed desperately.
I laughed sadly,
pulled a bottle of Mad Dog
from my coat pocket
and left it on the ground for him,
leaving the lane 10 steps behind her.
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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