After Ray Bremser by John D Robinson

Ray Bremser (c) Photo by Allen Ginsberg
Ray Bremser (c) Photo by Allen Ginsberg


I choose not to socialise, I
have always felt awkward
and increasingly
uncomfortable in such
situations: I stay away
from the bars and
parties and refuse
every invitation: I lead a
quiet life now and I
think of the words of the
armed robber and poet,
Ray Bremser
when asked if he had
any grandchildren:
‘I don’t know, I don’t
want to know, don’t
want no more pain’
fucking right, keep the
people at a distance
because for sure, only
hurt can come of it.

C_UsersJohnPicturesJohn-D-RJohn D Robinson was born in 63 in the UK; his poems have appeared widely in the small press and online literary journals including; Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Hobo Camp Review; Rats Ass Review; Down In The Dirt; Yellow Mama; Outsider Poetry; Chicago Record; Horror Sleaze and Trash; BoySlut; In Between Hangovers; He is a contributing poet to the 2016, 48th Street Press Broadside Series.

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