Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Sorry No Refunds She was a friend but like all friends dealing with someone whom is smooth as sandpaper . Seldom if ever did we remain friends for long. “You know I Googled your name last night”. I could imagine Continue reading Sorry No Refunds by John Patrick Robbins
Beer Breakfast It’s the kind of morning that lets me know death isn’t such a bad thing. Its cold the world is peaceful minus the neighbors that never seem to mind polluting the environment with their noise. I am alone Continue reading Beer Breakfast by John Patrick Robbins
If Not For Crazy I Would Be Sane It’s only when I’m breathing do I feel the loss of you. I hold my breath around others . Drown the the sorrows and silence those voices in my head a second Continue reading If Not For Crazy I Would Be Sane by John Patrick Robbins
Back To Business I used to cut grass as a kid for some extra money. The work was hot and miserable. I envied the paper boy who spent his days running from dogs cursing life all the same. I used Continue reading Back To Business by John Patrick Robbins
The Serious Poet She told me, “I am serious poet”. Then took another picture for her Instagram. Apparently the world needed to know what she was having for lunch. She was very hip to talk about her importance and to Continue reading The Serious Poet by John Patrick Robbins
Stuffed Animals They closed the last toy store. The world had seemingly lost all its charm and every little bedwetter played with a tablet instead. The landscape was becoming dull as its newest inhabitants. There is nothing more strange than Continue reading Stuffed Animals by John Patrick Robbins
A View From The Wasteland After it all goes to shit I will still be around. Poets are like survivalist we existed off nothing to begin with. Then after the world goes to hell and it all resembles some odd Continue reading A View From The Wasteland by John Patrick Robbins
Tiki Bar Blues He sat at the small bar he built alone. It was decorated perfectly every detail was to his liking. Once it knew the sounds of friends laughter. It knew life it held memories of what some would Continue reading Tiki Bar Blues by John Patrick Robbins
Love Like A Editor I was on a losing slump. I wasn’t insane I knew the cards I held were shit but I kept playing the game. I was the hero of my bullshit and somehow on occasion made others Continue reading Love Like A Editor by John Patrick Robbins
The Devil Woke Me Up Early He never knocked he just walked on in without warning as usual . There was no grand entrance no smoke and mirrors or creepy organ music. I guess I would make all the freaks Continue reading The Devil Woke Me Up Early by John Patrick Robbins