POETRY: THE BOOK OF FINN’S BY PAUL TRISTRAM

I should have found it that drunken night

hidden upon that living room windowsill

directly opposite the ‘Infamous Barrel’

in that dark and dingy ground floor flat.

Raised it up and slammed it down again

like a hammer upon anvil until his shoulders

merely looked like they had vomited up

a load of stinking, rotten road-kill.

But I did not, Instead I sent the most important

thing in his two-faced life away from him.

The woman that he had loved for over a decade.

I sent her away not with a stolen kiss

or a sneaky behind the back fuck,

I sent her away from him in disgust by the truth.

I showed her the real truth inside of him.

Condemning him to a loveless, wretched existence.

Karma slayed my enemy; Karma set me free

from a life of violence, prison, hate and insanity.

Karma kept my soul safe and rewarded me kindly

Written by Paul Tristram