She Held A Broken Bottle Up To My Face
And I kissed her hand
twice
thought of her
in her school uniform,
the nights we held hands
in Neath fair.
She was only ticklish
under one foot
but she smiled
like springtime
sun surfing
off the Tennant Canal .
She did not cut me
but I did her
with my sharp goodbye.
© Paul Tristram 2011
What Poetry’s Done For Humanity And The Environment?
Before the use
of computers
and the internet
it contributed largely
to the felling of trees.
It makes people feel happy
when they’re already happy,
It makes people feel sad
when they’re already sad
and sometimes the opposite
way around.
It lusts after women,
soaks itself in alcohol,
glorifies in graffiti
and sheds its skin
more often than a viper.
Applauds the absurd,
laughs at the serious,
loves the loveless, completely
but does not swallow, so there!
© Paul Tristram 2010
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Loved the first poem a lot Paul….definitely hit home with it …thanks for the good read!
These poems are gorgeous! i absolutely love them.. they hit hard with me