by Paul Tristram
The Night Time Pyramids
I have just woken up somewhere
there is darkness all around me.
I must have blacked out in town
God knows where Ive found me?
Oh dear, I can see some pyramids
now this cannot be a good sign?
Have I died and gone to Egypt?
or did someone spike my wine?
I stand up upon my aching feet
surveying the land to each side.
Yes, they are definitely pyramids
from this truth I cannot hide.
Just then a large bus appears
with the name Bodmin on display.
With a big smile I flag it down
they are Cornish hills of china clay.
Hell Cometh Closer
Hell it cometh closer
Heaven takes another step back.
Happiness it falls away
Depression jumps for the attack.
Friendships fade to nothing
Lovers they walk away.
Your family cannot help you
If in the bottle you stay.
The monotonous normal living
Emphasizes new found loneliness.
But to pretend interest
Is the ultimate phoniness.
Lay low and wait it out
Dont search if it cant be found.
Then youll have no one to thank
When good times come back around.
This Writers Aura
My head feels like a magazine rack
full of yesterday's useless information.
My heart feels like a passenger
whos been left standing at the station.
My feet feel like those of a tramp
whose shoes are worn full of holes.
My spirit feels like a condemned man
who has a screaming, restless soul.
My arms they feel as weak and useless
as those of a nailed up, crucified saint.
My pride is now that of a ballerina
who knows that she is going to faint.
My courage is that of a very old hero
who no longer feels he can be brave.
My bodys like a man who wants to live
but who is trapped within his grave.
Let all of this stress slip away
like the steam from a boiling pot.
Let all the anger and the hatred
await awhile their cancerous rot.
Let my troubles and insecurities
go an visit some other poor mind.
May numbness and lack of interest
be all that I now feel or that I find.
The inner massage it is beautiful.
it is so raw and yet so undefined.
To drift high on a cannabis calm
is like drinking up warm sunshine.
The Ballad Of The Annoying Aeroplanes
Suddenly, from out of nowhere
the aeroplanes they came.
In many different directions
but all sounding the same.
Annoying guttural groanings
from up in the outside sky.
So irritating it is enough
to make a grown man cry.
And then within a minute
another Bastard one appears.
My blood boils in my veins
As two more soon draw near.
Were they sent to disturb me
No, unlikely does that seem.
But I will hear aeroplanes
tonight in my disturbed dreams.
I wish that I had a gun
Id shoot them from the sky.
I would give anything
to swat one like a fly.
But I cannot and they continue
to buzz loudly overhead.
Should I get more agitated?
No, Ill blast music instead.
So I turn on the stereo system
slam down the window sash.
Shout a curse up to the Heavens
I Hope You All Bloody Crash!
Making A Start (Dangerous Naivety)
As I look from my window
Down over this dirty town.
I comfort the sad sight
With some more Newcastle Brown.
Just one more night
If I can only keep sane.
In the morning Ill be gone
I will be on the 9am train.
This little town life
Is just much too slow.
So Im off to the big city
That is where I must go.
Here is morning at last
Im finally upon the train.
A million dreams rushing
Around inside my brain.
At last I am doing it
I am finally making a start.
Some people said I was wrong
But Im listening to my heart.
As I step down off the train
Out onto busy platform 5.
I feel so God Damned good,
I feel so God Damned alive.
I carry my small bag
Out and across the street.
I look at my new world
From a park bench seat.
Then I walk around looking
For a place for me to stay.
But I cant afford anywhere
At least I cannot for today.
I shall spend my first night
In the nearest bus shelter.
Things are going to be OK,
Yes, things will get better.
Because I have made a start
I have done what felt right.
And that in itself is worth
Sleeping in the cold tonight.
I am off down to London
But not to see the Queen.
I am off in search of things
That Ive never before seen.
I am now going to live out
My every single daydream.
I am going to new places
Where I have never before been.
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