Poems
by John D
Robinson
‘You Know That?’
‘You’re nothing! you know that?
you’re nothing!’ she snarled at me
and then walked out of the small
bar:
I thought about what she had said,
she was right,
I was nothing and I felt good about
this and drained my drink and
strolled to the bar and ordered
another, I couldn’t think what else
there was to do.
Vigdis
It took a few moments
for the memory to
resurface after he’d said
her name,
Vigdis,
tall, slender, natural
blonde with a style and
elegance of stunning
feminine beauty and a
Nordic accent that seemed
to sensually evaporate,
‘I fell in love with
Vigdis’ I said:
he looked at me,
not quite believing
what I had said and
he didn’t know what
to say:
‘I never told anyone
else that I’d fallen in
love with
Vigdis,
I didn’t tell
Vigdis
or my wife, I kept
it a secret’ I said:
he frowned,
uncomfortably and
then grinned an unsure
grin:
‘I fall in love
frequently,
I’m
always falling in love’
I said:
he nodded:
‘I mean, I fall in
love just
for a few
moments
sometimes, well,
most of the time,
it’s a brief thing’
I said:
‘I got it’ he said.
Another Alleyway
‘Martin died two weeks ago of a
heroin overdose, his body was
found in an alleyway in London:
I’m sorry, I know you two guys
hit it together’ she said to me
as she opened up the curtains,
the sunlight assaulting the room,
exposing her nakedness
through the thin nightgown,
highlighting her smooth curves:
I sat up in bed and after a few
moments, I said:
‘Thank you for letting me
know, I appreciate that’
‘I’m making some coffee,
please, come and join us’
she said,
as an image of my dear poet-
friend laying lifelessly in
some pissed stained alley
stormed my thoughts as it
does right now.
Twinkle Toes
‘I had it away on my toes, I
headed into the woods’ he
paused and looked at me,
grinning and the said:
‘A police helicopter was on
my ass, police tracker dogs
were on my ass and a team
of armed police officers
were on my ass , chasing me
through the night-time woods,
I led them a good dance
before I gave myself up and
then after some hours in a
cell, I was released without
charge after my wife had
sobered up and withdrawn all
allegations of my
involvement in an armed bank
robbery several years back: I
was on the front pages of
the national newspapers’ he
said and then laughed softly:
‘That’s some story’ I said:
‘Well, that bitch fucked-off
to Canada with my investments
and my bastard cousin, I
haven’t seen or heard
from her since’ he said,
frowning, ‘I’m lonely and I
miss her’
he told me.
