Another six poems
by Paul Tristram
I will not give you roses blood red.
I may not even make it home to bed.
I forget half the things that Ive said.
I guess Im just a drunken Beerhead!
Keep all of those doors and windows locked
whatever you do, you must never go out alone.
When the daytime starts turning to night time
you must always hurry straight to your home.
Absolutely no one really feels safe anymore
the crime rate has exploded through the roof.
There are muggers, rapists and street gangs
waiting to destroy you with claw and tooth.
You can go to prison for protecting yourself
or go to the grave if you will not fight back.
This society has simply gone too far astray
it will probably never get right back on track.
Keep your daughters and sisters hidden away
fill your wifes handbag with violent tools.
For you can never be too safe or too careful
for nowadays optimism is only used by fools.
We all still practice the laws of the jungle
even though we live in a civilized community.
We are meant to be intelligent human beings
yet we still practice so much violent insanity.
Terrified eyes meet me in the streets each day
while safer, happier times are far from near.
Daily new babies are born into this mad world
to grow up hand in hand with civilized fear.
With a grizzly bear hug
Ill not let you go.
Reach over make a joint
set light to your blow.
Ill hold you so close
Ill hold you so near.
You can hold my bottle
while I drink my beer.
Ill brush your teeth
you can comb my hair.
Wherever you go
Ill always be there.
Silken Cigarette Smoke
I watch the silken cigarette smoke
go gliding up through this here room.
Dancing upwards, towards the ceiling
invading all of the shadowed gloom.
Amazing beautiful swirling spirals
wonderful man made grey, silken mists.
Floating clouds of smoky cobwebs
changing shape, just watch them twist.
Twirling all around the lampshade
set free from their cigarette tombs.
They will glide and play together
until floating right out of the room.
The Bar Is Nearly Open
Isnt life so very crazy?
reality is a wrecking ball.
The hourglass is broken
time has taken a fall.
Morals to the wind
to Hell with convention.
decadence is the only thing
which grabs at my attention.
The man in the moon has quit
he has moved to the sun.
It is a little bit hotter
but that is half the fun.
All governments are insane
mad men rule the roost.
And Im not the only one
whos been mentally goosed.
I have taken up religion
and thrown it in the lake.
Rubbished Darwins theories
without a single fag-break.
A fortune teller told me
that marriage would be mine.
It only cost a tenner
for her to waste my time.
My chest it imploded
the day you broke my heart.
So I swallowed laxatives
exploding the other half.
Discos are fantastic
if you perfect a cheesy grin.
But strip clubs are better
if you only want to sin.
Traffic wardens are fools
Car park attendants too.
But the public must find something
for imbeciles to do.
I am a born again lesbian
I think of naked girls all day.
If writing was my living
I would be unemployed today.
But I have good news for most
something to make you smile.
as your brain unhappily
travels another weary mile.
The bar is nearly open
and the first drinks are free.
So when youve finished this
that is where I shall be.
Top Hat Fever (Megalomania)
The pavements my platform
I stroll it with ease.
A one man religion
upon my poetic knees.
I sigh only at beauty
I cry only out loud.
A streetlight, spotlight magnet
I devour the crowd.
I answer to only my reflection
the masses bore me to the core.
I entertain myself freely
debaucherys a servant at my door.
I hunger for absolutely nothing
I seek out only admiring stares.
Across a red carpet of knowledge
I shake off the common cares.
I want it back a hundred fold
if I grace you with a smile.
When I walk under sun or moon
they should crash into roof tiles.
Charm and greatness are natural
I yawn them each morning I rise.
Would you like to see true love?
well, take a look into my eyes.
Ive got that top hat fever
feeling eccentric and strange.
I traded in my depression
for over happiness and change.
I move like an actor
I speak with solid perfection.
Wrapped in my peacock glory
I am artistic correction.
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