Bingo Boy For President by Paul Tristram

Rhinoceros hide fortitude,
cranium hailstones,
with a lack of patience,
compassion and empathy
the texture of crumbling battlements
left over from the centuries old war
which took place
upon the North Side
of the ‘Ah, Now I See’
blackened, piss-pot heart.
Slithering snakes for veins,
a marbled steak snarl.
They’ve discovered ‘Contraband’
being licked off
prison love letters.
Unfettered feelings
are solely to blame
for the lashings and gouging
which The Harlequin
is preparing enthusiastically
to bestow upon you.
Think of a canal barge… smouldering,
drifting… painfully sloooow
towards a hellfire sunset.
It’ll do nowt but shift focus,
yet, re-shaking those curb-dice,
always brings back
those baying hound odds
into your questionable favour, again.

paul smoking - Copy

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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