I’ve Seen Your Face Before (Keyholes) by Paul Tristram

He’s learnt to laugh insanely… quietly.
Bites his wrist and winces his eyes
when his own cleverness gets too much.
Removed the right-hand pocket lining
from his unfashionable, dribbly trousers.
Armed with 13 sheets of toilet roll
and a damp beige face flannel
he sets off giddily upon his nightly rounds.
‘Well, someone has to tuck Mrs. Jenkins
who lives in the old Victorian vicarage
into bed now her husband’s up and left’
he chuckles to himself wickedly
as he WD-40’s the back garden gate.
He shimmies with half an erection
to the spare side bedroom window.
Where at an extremely awkward angle
he manages to catch her flossing hard.
The full moon sheen upon white buttocks
sends him squirting lucidly
and reaching pathetically for his inhaler.
Drainpipe clinging desperately
with just shins and ankles,
he momentarily blacks-out
and then catches himself
just before slipping and falling silently
upon his very own freshly made wet patch.

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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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