Calvary Greetings In The Name Of Our Lord by Paul Tristram

She sidewinders and that’s not a sexual technique nor compliment.
He’s refusing to ‘Talk To Frank’ until the drugs kick-in properly…
we could be here awhile and I have nothing to do somewhere else.
I finger-scrawled ‘Your Symptoms Are Showing’ in the ceiling dust.
How did I get up there? Rage, mostly, and walking over other people.
She told me to tie her to the bed and then do whatever I wanted…
besides therapy twice a week, she now hates socks and tight sleeve cuffs .
He breaks things on purpose and waves at strangers to confuse them.
I once etched a Francis Bacon portrait onto a Vim container
and gave it as a Valentine’s Gift… I haven’t clapped eyes on her since.
You were obviously born to be a ‘Cold Caller’, take that as you will.
“It’s exactly thirty three and a half steps down the garden path”
explained the blind man “But, I never ever go that way myself.
How do I know? I’ve been informed by the people I’ve sent down it”

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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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