Posts Tagged ‘John D. Robinson’


 

MAKING THINGS HAPPEN

 

I stabbed someone in the face

when I was 15 over a bad drug

deal: a few years in youth

custody then into the big-boys

prison and I don’t won’t to

go back to that hell, no sir,

I’m trying to make things

happen in a good way for me’

he said never making eye-

contact: he shifted nervously

on his feet and looked in

every direction:

‘Listen, I’ve got to go and

meet someone but it was

good to see you’ he said

and moved off into the

bust streets: I watched him

weave through the people,

hoping the man would be

there but he’d have a back-

up plan to score, he was an

old-hand and had his 19th

birthday last week.

 

 

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WAY WAY BACK

 

I hadn’t thought of her

in a very long time

and

she probably hasn’t

thought of me

in a very long time

and

I can’t think why

she would think of me

for I hurt her terribly;

I’ve long since forgiven

myself

for the teenage

asshole I was

but I still carry this

with me today

and

I hope that she doesn’t

and

that I’m as good as dead

as far as her

memory is concerned;

I deserve to be.

 

 


 

THINKING ABOUT FUCKING

Naturally, for decades, I’ve thought more about

fucking than actually fucking;

and over the decades the gap between

thinking and fucking

has grown but the thought of fucking

hasn’t slowed any but the acting on the

thought and making it real has slowed,

although the thoughts burn fiercely as ever

and the spirit surges violently and the touch,

the sensation, the visual

the audio pleasures are all very much alive

and the obsessive

mysterious desires continues

but the energy and physical lust

has slowed

like a ticking clock-hand

getting ready

for a forever

midnight.