The House on Tennesee Street

8 Mar

It was my reaction to a period of deep dissatisfaction.

My brother went off to fight in the war and

my professional mistakes bled into my personal life.

No longer certain of my purpose,

I reversed direction

and spent a year shirking responsibility–and delinquent payments—

taking a massive pay cut to sort things out

in a long overdue gap year.


Back to square one

in my back to school spirit.

I rediscovered my joy through play.


Taking acid–kicking and shooting and passing and jumping and sweating,

smiling and laughing and dosing; popping and locking,

puffing and sipping, napping ,fapping, crapping and snacking

shagging and packing–and lounging in cut off shorts.


An unsustainable cycle

of coffee, naps, herbs and payment plans.

I knew at my age that it couldn’t last.

Watching the time evaporate

like the smoke building inside my lungs

and the clouds blown out of my bedroom window.


~Edward Austin Robertson




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