POETRY: THE STUNT PEG BY PAUL TRISTRAM

We were at The Bar, swapping stories

of humiliation, when he won, hands down.

He spoke of being 14 years old

and doing BMX tricks in front of his mates

and brand new girlfriend in the street

right outside of his parent’s house.

Everything was going great until it suddenly wasn’t.

Of course, he happened to be in mid-air at the time,

he landed arse-first upon his back stunt peg,

which-what with the force of the fall and all-

inserted itself right into his jacksie, completely.

Yet, that wasn’t the worse part, oh no,

that was saved for when his Mother heard his cry,

came running out of the house, hysterically,

removed the aforementioned BMX with a yank

but then had to bend him over and surgically

use her fingers to retrieve his lost underwear.

Written by Paul Tristram