Poems
by Paul
Tristram
A Candle
“…for Christ sake,
give over, mun… I was just out walking.
I popped into a Church, of all places
… I ended up lighting a candle for your Soul.”
“Eh? People do that for dead things.”
“… aye, I know.”
Phoenix
You rise up Brighter
and Stronger
… with more Depth
to your Character.
You’ve been given
wonderful Gifts
… Intuition,
as sharp as Talons,
and a complicated
new way of Looking
… through, inside,
and around Things.
There is a Calm
… to Balance…
out your inner Storm,
a Stamina shocking
in its Magnitude.
A Determination,
and a Dedication…
which make your
previous ‘work tools’
… redundant,
and almost laughable.
You need no one’s
Regard or Respect…
for you have now
earnt your very Own.
Off-Kilter
Mr. Caleb wouldn’t budge!
There was Graveyard moss
discovered between hallux
and index toes of his left foot.
Yet, he was arrested
in full attire
… still reeking,
disgustingly,
of a cheap type
of dry sherry,
imbibed afore
his midnight stroll
… although,
when approached,
he seemed quite lucid,
and of reasonable balance.
Has a bad case of Tourette’s
… where he painfully
yells out the name
of Jessica…
much to his own misery,
pain,
and immense discomfort…
we have, of yet,
been unable
to identify the owner
of the
aforementioned name
… and when questioned,
he becomes quite hysterical.
He was brought in
for behaving ‘Suspiciously’
… not having the intentions,
inclinations,
nor body-clock…
of normal, decent folk.
He’s not a ‘Tramp’
nor ‘Wino’…
and we shall not be
‘Booking’ or ‘Charging’
him with anything Legally.
Yet, he’s being kept
‘til the morrow’s first light,
to ponder the perils…
of refusing to bloody ‘Fit In’.
… Balance…
I was having one of those
infuriating late mornings
where I was busy arguing
myself into structure…
when I first discovered
Calder’s double birthday
and Black Widow (1959).
That was the end of that
… my head-riot
drifted quickly… away.
I realised that the mind
grows much ‘heavier’
when concentrating
… but, ‘discovery’ is an
almost physical… release
… whilst ‘balance’ is in
the 3rd eye of the beholder.
I Am Tired Of Your Breeze… Near My Freeze
I seek ‘Vacuum’
… no Torso…
Eclipse Now!
Smear
your Disposition
Elsewhere…
it’s bringing
me Hell…
and every time
I complain
… a Stork
drops another
MISCARRIAGE
[Bombs Away]
… onto my
ever growing
Guilty-
As-Fuck… List!
Slight [Underhanded] Kopfkino
And when that Call finally went out
for a Minutes Silence
for any dead ‘Missed Opportunities’
… I’d already left the building
and was swerving my way
in amongst brand new Possibilities.
One of my strangest Victories
was actually not seeking Revenge
… they’re still several chapters
back… OBSESSIVELY WAITING.
My ‘Smile’ is always Genuine
and never Mean, I’m proud of that
… I believe ‘games’ are for children.
Someone called me Mysterious
… and I repaid her with Silence,
instead of lowering my Drawbridge
… which is what…
she was actually wishing/fishing for.
