The Man, Who Through The Smoke, Saw Sawdust Beckoning by Paul Tristram

Broken bits of incisors
within his stubborn,
‘No Quarter Given’ heels.
Readying to unlatch
the Stabbing Furies
caged and jaw-snapping
inside his temper.
Doorframes and barstools
buckling and splintering
under the crippling weight
of pending animosity.
The slight build up
and focusing half-seconds
are intoxicating.
The surge, push
and final acceleration
into rapid movement
is quite simply exhilarating.
(Better than sex,
according to some Maniacs!)
It’s all about control, flow,
carrying and riding impact.
Keeping a-hold
of those flying reins
as the tracks sway
serpentine beneath you.
‘The Edge’ keeps changing,
rapidly and constantly.
Bounce or Burn?
There are no
‘Queensbury Rules’
And that sawdust floor
is like an unfaithful lover
who’s deathly arms
are waiting open
for absolutely anybody.

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) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!


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