Grinning through the chaos, anarchy & mayhem
breaking apart another drunken, fractured day.
Reeking of debauchery, police cells, the gutter
& the arse-end of ‘The Wrong Side Of The Tracks’
Antagonizing the system, straight & narrow
& refusing with two prison tattooed fists swinging
& a defiance & determination Snowdonia sized
to be a part of that mind-fucking matrix,
sheep following, assembly line, normality bullshit.
Which destroys the beauty & creativity
of a soul born to soar like a motherfucking bastard!
I wear no leash, follow no leader
& ask fuck-all nor expect anything from anyone
except Me, Myself & I.
Undiluted, uncompromising & unrepentant
right up to the hilt & onwards to the Welsh Bitter end!
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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