Starting Tomorrow Or The Next Day… I’m Going To Stop Putting Off Things Until Tomorrow Or The Next Day by Paul Tristram

No one tightropes a straining nerve that well…
without seasoned psychological trench-experience
and a Tenth Dan in mental breakdown recovery.
The fridge has started humming distant opera music again…
and the coughing up of dusty moths
is just a self-preserving delusion…
to keep you from focusing so intently upon The Crack…
look a squirrel… searching for a leapable cliff.
When that metallic taste turns coffin-wooden
and you can smell bonfires in your storage heater living room…
it just might be time for a little sleep.
But, they’re twisting ropes inside your banging cranium,
so you reach for the snake-like telephone,
then quickly discard it, after recalling
that last time you made the nice lady at The Samaritans
shudder pitifully as she broke down and cried.
There is ‘Hope’ just as long as the bottle-clanging
Milkmen appear with the David Farquharson ‘Grey Morning’
but, it’s only just turned evening
and there is still the life and death triathlon of The Witching Hour
to traverse and shipwreck your clumsy way through yet.

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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