Kicking Wooden Planks Out Of Fences Down The Melyn

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Contributor: Paul Tristram

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You will not fuck with me
The roughest place in Neath is mine.
When the daytime people have absconded
I shadow the moonshine.
Roaming by the terraced houses
and along the garden walls.
Through graffiti subways,
listening to rebellion’s call.
Sharp as a knife and eager
tuned into the tension.
The humming and the rhythm
now daylight’s on suspension.
Up to my wickedness
booting through your fence.
I dare you to come out
adolescence is my defence.

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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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