Lisa Knight's Blog, page 11
August 3, 2015
POETRY: THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Never give anyone
‘The Benefit Of The Doubt’
Whenever someone seems like
-or they are beginning to be-
a Cunt,
You are never Wrong!
In fact,
you are probably
only just noticing
the Tip of
the Iceberg!
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 1, 2015
POETRY: ELECTRIC FENCE BOOGIE BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Walking along the side of the golf course
one day, my dog banged its arse
against a white electrical fence wire
(Put there to keep the rabbits out!)
After yelping and jumping like crazy
it turned around to see only me
in the nearby vicinity and I got the blame,
even though I was thirty odd foot away.
You cannot explain electricity to a dog
and you shouldn’t feel guilty for something
which you have not taken any part in,
yet, I tried both for awhile until sensibly
deciding to take our walks elsewhere.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 27, 2015
POETRY: BROOMSTICK BITCH ON FIRE BY PAUL TRISTRAM
The stretchmark’s upon her grotesque body
are from giving birth to petty spells.
A spoilt child with a tedious bad temper,
manipulating lost and lonely peoples vulnerability.
Using absolutely everybody in her selfish game
of twisted, deranged megalomania.
A little Hitler, hiding the many cracks inside,
she emotionally blackmails one and all.
Poking Karma in the eye, thrice daily
whilst adding more filth to her compost heap soul.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 23, 2015
POETRY: DEAL MAKER BREAKER BY PAUL TRISTRAM
“Why are you crying again?
That’s three Wednesdays in a row, now.
If it keeps up I’m gonna stop meeting you
for lunch every week, it’s depressing, mun.”
“Oh, we’ve split up again
and he’s sleeping on his mate Steve’s settee,
I hate him, he’s always taking him away
from me, the Bastard!”
“What happened this time?”
“Well, I only told him to change his jeans?”
“Why, did they have something on them,
were they dirty, or creased or ripped even?”
“No, No, I had just laid out my favourite pair,
he did the same the other week with that jumper,
do you remember all that fuss?”
“Yes, I remember!”
“I just don’t know what his problem is?
I mean, I try my best to make him a better man,
I really do but he throws it back in my face,
it’s heart breaking, I don’t know why I bother?”
“Jesus Christ, he was thirty years old
when you met him, he’s been dressing himself
for most of his life and he always looks smart.
I bet he’s not always trying to dress you, is he?
Last month you threw out his Sex Pistols Cd’s,
seriously, what is wrong with you?”
“I replaced them with Oasis,
I thought we could both sing along to them?”
“But he likes the Sex Pistols!”
“Nothing but a bloody racket, if you ask me.
It’s my house too, he needs to learn to share.
he’s not Single anymore, you know!”
“No, he’s not…but he might soon be!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Look, I love you, you’re my only sister
but get yourself a little lapdog and dress that up,
leave your man alone to do what he likes
as long as it ain’t hurting anybody.
You ‘re gonna lose him, I mean it,
because you’re driving him nuts
and you’re taking me along for the bloody ride!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 21, 2015
POETRY: APATHY ANNIVERSARY BY PAUL TRISTRAM
“Happy Anniversary Baby!”
“Is It Now?
If I Had A Fucking Cannon
I’d Turn The Bastard Around
And Shoot July 30th
Of Last Year
Right In The Fucking Cunt!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 19, 2015
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – SUNDAY 19TH JULY 2015
Sorority Noise – Art School Wannabe
Shopping – Why Wait?
Cusses – Sally and Her Tassels
Koven – From The Start
July 18, 2015
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – SATURDAY 18TH JULY 2015
Howard Billington – Admit it
Slow Riot – City of Culture
Diet Cig – Sleep Talk
Mourn – Gertrudis, Get Through This!
July 16, 2015
POETRY: FREE VERSE FROM AN IMPRISONED SOUL BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Tonight, I beg the heavens
to save me from this living hell.
Tonight, I beg this living hell
to merely let me live.
Unfortunately, neither one responds.
And as I let out a scream,
any optimistic part of my dream,
is torn away and cast
to the waiting, laughing winds.
To fly off at impossible angles,
first around and then again around, me.
Then off with icy eagerness
back to all the summery things
which I happened to miss
along this strange, strange journey.
It serves my right for being
… for being
… for being
… for being
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 13, 2015
POETRY: BY HOOK OR BY CROOK BY PAUL TRISTRAM
‘A morsel here and a morsel there
a shameful morsel hiding everywhere’
Am I ever so terrible, really,
to be delighted by your orchestrated fall?
My cleverness Lies
in the tiniest of details.
It’s more like gardening than deception, surely?
Deviousness is an art form,
I’ve been honing it since birth.
My happiness comes with your crumble.
You shall not be better than me
if I can just get you down onto your knees.
I’ll invent, scheme and belittle.
With my rumbling grindstone of envy
I sharpen up slanderous knives
ready for the back of your reputation.
As I squirm and seethe
in the complete opposite of ecstasy.
I unconsciously let you win
by daily poisoning
everything good, nice and of merit within me.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
July 11, 2015
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – SATURDAY 11TH JULY 2015
Girli – So You Think You Can Fuck With Me Do Ya
Childbirth – Nasty Grrls
The Cambodian Space Project – It’s Not Easy Rock’n’Roll
And finally, a band I’m going to see on Tuesday…
Bones – Pretty Waste
