POETRY: MY 12 BORE DESIRE BY PAUL TRISTRAM

“Hey there stranger, long time no see.

So you’re finally back in town,

are you gonna come ‘round and see me?

Michelle’s not here; she’s got a new girlfriend

and she’s hardly ever here anymore,

only comes back to change her clothes

and to pick up her benefit cheques.

I saw that photo Dominique posted

on Facebook last month of you sitting

on the steps of that painted wooden

Gypsy caravan with that ridiculously

gorgeous black-eye, anyways who’s with you?”

“A half quarter bag of sulphate

that reeks of ferret piss,

Four bottles of Thunderbird wine

and my throbbing 12 bore desire!”

“Holy Fuck, I’m undressing right now.

Jump in a taxi, I’m unlatching the door

kick the bastard open when you get here

just jump in a taxi man, come on, quickly!”

Written by Paul Tristram