A Letter to Stop the Story from even Beginning (penned by Gwyneth for Robert)
But your mind’s ugly, and I don’t want to Valentine with you
by Paul Tristram / July 26th, 2020
You would just elbow your way
into my Creative Afternoons,
leaving them Unproductive,
Colourless, and positively Ghastly.
As for my Mornings…
my Precious Peacefulness
(Which I need to be a
Balanced, Sensible Human Being)
would Dissipate…
and to fill the HOLE
left in your wake,
I’d have to sit and listen
to fragmented
trivialities and inanities.
(Paragraph/Stanza break to… ‘Sigh’)
Whilst, you scratch like a ‘Man’,
dip the buttered knife
into my neat, little marmalade jar,
and ready Yourself
for the rest of ‘Your’ day
(Pause, to Control and Self-Centre)
… after ‘Mine’ has already been
absolutely bloody-butchered
by your ‘The-Whole-World-
Revolves-Around-You’ presence.
After giving it (out of Respect)
substantial thought and meditation,
it’s both a ‘Ta Very Much’
but (Unchangeably) ‘No, Thank You’.
Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres. He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right
here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at
https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing.
Read other articles by Paul, or
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This article was posted on Sunday, July 26th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
