Poems
by John D. Robinson
Making Distance
Of course, I should have
backed-away,
made distance,
I didnt,
she died young of
narcotics, of violence,
betrayal, regrets, of a
savage harshness
that too many of us
know of:
she was strong,
even when she
knew death was
on her shoulders:
our interaction
although brief,
is still here,
particularly,
that time when we
kissed and
embraced
and then,
suddenly,
let go,
making that
distance,
as we should
have done,
knowing then,
we had
broken all
the rules.
Stay The Night
You might as well stay the night,
I mean, its 2am she said: we were
sat in our underwear, in her place
drinking wine: I was of a slim
build and she was of a very large
build and I was hooked on her
huge breasts: Yeah, thank you
I said, not knowing her name:
she slid off her bra and began
to caress her breasts and when
I reached forward, she slapped
my hands away: Take off your
boxer shorts she demanded: I
did, as she moved in and I slid my
excitement between her
breasts as she masturbated:
later we drank wine and we
both passed-out and that was
it: I awoke around 6am, still
intoxicated and disappeared
like a fucking tooth-fairy.
Finding Out
I cant take you to work in that state
said my work colleague: I swayed upon my,
feet, dressed in soiled clothing,
unwashed, unshaven. following
3 days of Brandy and Cocaine and
Hash:
I awoke to two paramedics
looking down at me as I lay on
the floor of my mothers lounge:
Have you taken any drugs?
I was asked: Havent you?
I replied
Do you need or want any
medical assistance?
No I said
Good luck one of them
said and they went away
and I passed out: 2 days later
I awoke, sick, hungry, thirsty
and filthy in my own place:
I dragged my sorry ass into the
shower for 30 minutes, then I
drank a cold beer and
wondered where it had all
started to go wrong and I
knew that Id have to go
back a fucking long way
to find that out.
Susies Story
Susie was a sexual
pass-the parcel,
Bob liked to think
of himself as her
protector and pimp:
Karl loved her and
wanted to marry her:
Bob fed her drugs
took monetary
bookings from
creeps to satisfy
their warped
perversions:
Karl was always
close by, at times
witnessing the
abuse:
Bob vanished when
the police became
interested:
Karl committed
suicide
and Susie became
hollow, see-
through, she became
mute,
but,
but, her eyes,
even Diablo
dare not look
into those.
I was born
hanging onto
the edges of
the horizon,
the twilight,
thrown into the
wilds of
alcoholism
and the howls
of a literary
forest,
abandoned
in the alleys
and palaces of
love
and
war
and it was here
I stole
the secrets
of a new
morning,
knowing it
was never
going to
make it.
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