144 Meadowbank Lane

It was not so much the murder

and amount of body’s there

but the scale of the mutilation

and torture that took place

before the point of death

had actually occurred.

That’s the first time I’ve seen

Forensics throwing up…

and not just one but three of them.

The lanky one they call Dracula

was saying prayers as he vomited.

I just don’t know?

A week ago in Nepal

a schoolteacher starts crying

tears of blood,

touches twelve people

in wheelchairs

and they rise up and walk away.

A God Damned living,

breathing miracle.

24 hours later

she dies of a brain aneurysm.

Now this happens… Jesus Christ!

The Devil dearly loves to checkmate

with a bloody sucker punch or two.

Mouthful Of Question Marks

Don’t sheep-follow anyone.

Upset the applecart often.

Break things apart

have a look inside

work out what makes things tick.

Be an Individual,

don’t group yourself to anything.

Read more books.

Watch documentaries

on how cricket balls are made, etc.

Did you know that if

you have to go live in the woods

that you can use old shoe soles

as hinges on your makeshift door?

Ask questions until you’re blue in the face.

Stop and look at architecture,

visit art galleries and derelict abattoirs.

Learn to make things out of nothing.

Watch how other people do things

then strike out on your own.

Fall in love with someone

who will encourage you as you grow.

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) – ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ – and a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope. You can also read his poems and stories here.