Paul Tristram

See Yourself Out

Get thee behind me!
Into the past where you belong.
Filed away under ‘Mistakes’
not ‘What Might-Have-Beens’
I hope the door hits you
on the way out… twice.
I shall ponder you
unnecessary no more.
You cease to exist
in the living, breathing
real world of today.
I glimpsed around
the front you hide behind.
Your honey-traps
and blasphemies
have lost their curiosity.
No more games & fishing,
emotional military advancements.
The magic bubble
of your preying attraction
just blew up in your own face.

© Paul Tristram 2016

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