Sorry Love… But You Were In The Way by Paul Tristram

She’d even brought along
a little bouquet of flowers…
soft cunt!
I don’t fucking care
how long she’s been here,
did she really think
she could stand at the poxy front
and get away with it?
Aye, Elsie knows her,
right sweetheart by all accounts,
where I come from
that translates as ‘Stupid & Naïve’.
That head wound is gonna hurt a bit
when she regains consciousness
and who the fuck stamped on her face?
Lying cow, it was never me,
I have some decency you know.
I admit I lost it some…
but it was me who was kicking
her pretty ankles all to hell
when she toppled crying like a baby.
Never mind, get Dave & Tom
to drag her into that alcove over there,
throw her ripped coat over her
and put that empty sherry bottle
next to her fucked-up hand.
She’s pissed & shat herself nicely
so she’ll look the part.
Only hurry, for fuck sake,
the Limousine will be here
in less than 5 fucking minutes.

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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