Outside Opels Chip Shop by Paul Tristram

Boot tread pressed into cold rissole & chips
on the pavement of a December morning
is really not a pleasant sight at all.
The streaks & splashes of coagulated blood,
stomach bile & fear excrement
obviously made ‘Stan The Mop-Up Man’s’ job
all the more disturbing & disgusting.
A frenzied knife attack,
followed by a rose quartz doorstop
face & head cave-in,
is really not the best way to go.
Those 96 seconds are going to drag a little
before your terrified, fleeing soul
finally escapes, first backwards,
then upwards into explosive freedom at last.
‘Restraining Orders’ don’t work on Maniacs,
same as ‘Goodbyes’ & ‘See You Around’s’.
The dogs discovered him hiding naked
in the bushes at the back of Victoria Gardens.
Sat in a 2ft hole he’d dug with his very own hands.
Gently humming nursery rhymes to himself
whilst massaging a puddle of his own urine
into his ‘This Little Piggy Went To Broadmoor’ feet.

Scribblings Of A Madman
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

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