Paul Tristram - Fruit Bat Cravat

Nobody ever feels sorry for a Vampire
no matter how shy, sensitive and misunderstood
they actually are 
Self harming just worsens the hunger pains
and suicide does not actually work, obviously.
There are only the ‘Creatures of the Night’
to keep him company and he’s pretty sure
that they are talking behind his insecure back?
He’s read every single book (Twice!)
in the extremely large, dusty old Gothic library.
Learnt every single musical instrument known to man
apart from the recorder because it reminds him
of his childhood and his neurotic, screaming mother
whenever the damned thing is not played correctly
and making mistakes is exactly how the entire
learning process progresses from A to B.
His mind is as delicate and fragile 
as a single porcelain cobweb strand
swishing far too close to a pool of mercury
upon each and every vindictive New Moon.
And the agoraphobia just makes him homesick 
for a friendly conversation or discussion
about anything and everything
from John Wayne’s saddlebags
to the fact that the Mona Lisa
is really Leonardo Da Vinci dressed up in drag.
After OCD-ing a sandwich of bacon and O Positive,
he sleeks into his solitary, polished silver coffin
to whittle his worrying mind away into a restless sleep.







Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography 
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.  Buy his book ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 and a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope 
at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204.  You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/