I Am The North Side by Paul Tristram

Where the thunder cracks to lightning.
I ride the howling winds
with damage & destruction
in each blasphemous fist.
Down from the cancer black mountains
with violence in my pitiless eyes,
a selfish grin upon my merciless lips.
To the pathetic salt-ringed
hovel of your ruined hearts.
Bellowing fire & surging on the flood.
There is chaos to my magic,
mayhem & the murder of nostalgia
is the wicked game I play.
I freeze & terror indiscriminately,
grinding bones of safety & security
under deranged, wayward feet.
Cower, little puppy dogs…
the lean & fat you chew no more.
It’s a blood red moon
that guides me yonder.
To bring the horn of bedlam
smashing through your broomsticked doors.

Arty Pic Of Pauly

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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