Thursday, September 26, 2013

A Poem by Paul Tristram

The Punch And Judy Man

They found him hanging
In the small beach hut
where he kept his equipment.
He was wearing
an Edwardian waistcoat,
a Highwayman’s cloak
with his face painted
into that of a sad clown.
There was an empty
litre bottle of vodka,
a handful of barbiturates
and thirteen shillings found
below his dangling feet.
His dolls were propped up
upon a trunk
looking up at Master.
In his breast pocket
was a one worded
suicide note
which simply said

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.

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