“There’s Nothing Like A Nice Piece Of Hickory!”
“I’m off to the gas station for some cigarettes,
can I get you anything?”
“Yeah, get me three 6 packs
and two tyre knockers!”
“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong now
and why do you need two of them?”
“I’ve got two hands haven’t I?”
“Shall I call and book your jail cell while I’m at it?”
“You’re funny!”
“Well, one of us has to be, for fuck sake!”
© Paul Tristram 2012
When The World Fucks You Off, Fuck It Off Back
Sometimes you need to get away
find a quiet place externally and internally.
Let the buzzing of the modern age
slowly fade from consciousness.
A little safe place somewhere
some self indulging solitude.
A time of re-charging batteries
of drifting and floating.
A break from the games and competitions.
No other goal right now
than chilling right out.
It will all still be there waiting
the madness and bullshit
just relax for awhile and turn out the light.
© Paul Tristram 2012
especially the last one, a nice long (edgy) build-up and then the kicker just when you thought it was going to be alright after all
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actually this was supposed to be a comment on Paul’s work but it linked me here instead …?
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