New poems by Paul Tristram.
The Pub Window
Through the pub window
I see a Celtic Cross.
Bearing names of the dead
Cold testament to the loss.
I see dogs and their owners,
Wet and sandy from the beach.
But it may aswell be on TV
It all seems so out of reach.
Just another day drinking.
Just another day thinking.
Wondering if I should
Venture out into the sun?
Wondering if a reason
Will finally come?
The light bounces off church windows,
Lands perfect in the street.
I watch the dresses of women
Casually pass and meet.
A young boy kicking a can
As his sister tells him off.
The pub erupts in conversation
While I add an unheard cough.
Just another day drinking.
Just another day thinking.
Wondering if I should
Venture out into the sun?
Wondering if a reason
Will finally come?
Bar Bitch You Hate!
Standing the other side of the bar
arrogantly a-glow with your power.
To ban this woman, to ban this man
you rule the pub between open hours.
Smug in all your self importance
your stupid morals act as the law.
All drinkers must obey or amuse you
or with disgust theyre out the door.
You amaze all with your ignorance
which youre ignorant of, of course.
Centre of attention seeking disorder
is your work satisfaction source.
Your personality as flat as a wall
the toilet wall which has your name.
Your looks like watered down beer
are un-refreshingly just the same.
How very sad your little life is
when you smile all humour does frown.
For like a handful of barbiturates
all you really do is bring us down.
Porcupine Logic
Why am I not instead a porcupine?
with spikes as sharp as pins.
For then I would be invincible
the enemy would never ever win.
Id prick the pricks savagely
people would respect my defence.
Theyd all move away from me
yes, physical armour makes sense.
I would roam around naturally
if confronted Id make a stance.
Id stab them all collectively
Id make those fuckers dance.
Maybe then Id be left alone
to wander on my sweet merry way?
Over hill, mountain and valley
and in and out of each new day.
Why am I not instead a porcupine?
with spikes as sharp as pins.
For then Id not be messed up
I would not have felt their sins.
Feeding Frenzy
They are on a feeding frenzy
they are chewing upon my brain.
They are on a feeding frenzy
eating at my contentment again.
Theyve taken most of my heart
now theyre looking for my soul.
But they will not ever find it
for it is hiding in a dark hole.
And so they all keep on feeding
while inch by inch they search.
They all scream away inside me
like Devils trapped within a church.
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