PASSING THE BOTTLE
‘Don’t come round here,
drunk and shouting the
odds, you’re nothing,
you’re not welcome, I’ve
got nothing for you and I
mean nothing, I’ve
given you all I’ve got,
you’ve had it all’
she held the baby and
began crying:
he wouldn’t forget
that as he walked
away and many years
later he’d re-tell the
sob-story over and
over as we sat
huddled and
whispering bullshit
in a public shelter
as it rained
as it snowed
as the sun shone,
night,
day,
days, weeks,
months, years,
no one ever told
him to shut the
fuck up,
he was a very
generous wino,
he even
claimed to have
a bank account.
THE SHRIVELLED MIND
‘I’ve got feelings for her’
he told me,
‘Fuck, I’ve got feelings
for most women’ I said,
‘No! its more than that,
it’s keeping me awake
at nights’ he said:
‘Okay, what about your
wife and kids, how do
they fit in with these
feelings?’ I asked:
‘I know, I can’t help
myself’ he said:
‘Listen man, she
thinks you are an
ugly-fuck with small
hands and a
shrivelled brain’ I lied
to him:
‘She told you that?’ he
asked, looking almost
hurt:
‘Several times’ I
replied ‘She loves her
husband and children’
‘What shall I do?’ he
asked ‘I’m, crazy for her’
‘Drink’ I told him,
‘it always works for me’
John D Robinson is a UK based poet: hundreds of his poems have appeared in print and online: he has published several chapbooks and three full collections his work and appears in numerous anthologies: 'Red Dance' Uncollected Press USA is his latest collection: his work was recently published in 'The Ragged Lion Press journal #2' UK.
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