‘You only seem happy or content
when you’re stoned or drunk
or both, all your waking hours
are consumed by this and of
course, sex’ she said sharply:
‘That may be’ I said: ‘But
I’m a poet’
‘So that gives you a free
licence to be an alcoholic
drug taking bum whose
only concern is with his
own little seedy world’
‘I haven’t signed a
contract’ I answered:
‘Don’t call me, I mean
it this time, don’t call
me again’
the door opened and
slammed shut, the sun
had spent herself and I
opened a bottle of wine.
John D Robinson is a UK poet: hundreds of his poems have appeared in small press zines and online literary journals His published solo chapbooks are
‘Cowboy Hats & Railways’ (Scars Press 2016) scars.tv/
‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide’ (Holy&intoxicated Publications 2016 sold out)
‘An Outlaw In The Making’ (Scars Publications 2017)
‘Hitting Home’ (Iron Lung Press 2018 2nd edition) ironlungpress.bigcartel.com/about-iron–lung–press
‘In Pursuit Of Shadows’ (Analog Submission Press 2018 sold out) www.analogsubmission.com
‘Echoes Of Diablo’ (Concrete Meat Press 2018) adrianmanning.wixsite.com/concretemeatpress
Too Many Drinks Ago’ (Paper & Ink Zine Publications) http://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaperAndInkZine
Pushing Away The Hours 2018 www.lulu.com/.../john-d-robinson/pushing-away-the-hours/.../product-23872337.html
‘Hang In There’ (Uncollected Press 2019 USA) therawartreview.com
A Bukowski bum
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