Posts Tagged ‘Poems by John D. Robinson’


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.