Here are two poems from Robinson's latest book of poetry. He's on a roll! Cover by Janne Karlsson:
THE FLOW
Fuck the flow, I’m not content to
go with it,
fuck the fashion and the in-tune
attitudes,
I’ve never been attracted to
the swing and hip,
at least not for too long,
swim against the tide,
swing in the shadows.
SHARKS & BUTTERFLIES
We were talking about butterfly’s and
how some species migrate thousands
over miles annually, moving up to
speeds of 30mph and riding the
swirling thermals and forceful
winds:
‘The power and intelligence of
these delicate creatures can be
comparable to that of the great
white shark’ I said
he smiled widely and nodded his
head slowly: we were stoned on
potent hash and Valium,
our eyes mere slits,
our throats dry
our mind’s and bodies
saturated with a heavy
peacefulness that made
discussing the beauty and
wonder of butterfly’s and
sharks in the same breath as
something quite natural
as then, the silent t.v. screened
pictures of the
horrific aftermath of a
suicide bomber in the beating
heart of a food market
someplace in the world.
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