Archive | April, 2019

Travelogues (For my friend Michelle)

20 Apr

There was a real bittersweet period of my life

from 2009-2014

where I constantly overthought things

and analyzed them until my brain was exhausted.


I salvaged my sanity through music, painting, writing,

playing basketball, and traveling.

Occasionally I sprinkled in a lady or two,

partly for psychic  needs,

partly for hormonal curiosity,

partly for a good story,

and mostly for vanity.

But like most medications,

it was too easy to get addicted to them

and they were better in small doses.


Places were no longer places,

they became memories.

Women were no longer fantasies,

they were opportunities–and eventually became people.

I learned how plunge, binge,

and withdraw—riding those rails across the Rockies,

scribbling emotions into notebooks

and running through possibilities

in my mind.


The smells and sounds of each city

told me everything I needed to hear.

Old diners and dive bars

interested me more than clubs and fancy restaurants.

They called “bohemian,

drifter, gypsy, deadbeat, hipster.”

But I wanted to know things.

I needed to see things.

So I learned to indulge, purge, withdraw, and observe–

while ping-ponging across the map

towards my next lesson.




~Edward Austin Robertson


Captured by the Moment

20 Apr

It could have all been a dream

created by a lungful of hashish,

but I couldn’t have imagined

an evening of weirder moments

than the ones I experienced that night.

A Robot Themed Wedding

was the draw.

And after taking a quick perusal around the bar,

I felt compelled me to propose

to my best friend’s girlfriend (with his permission of course)

and the rest is history.

But anytime one can join a Conga line

wearing a Darth Vader Halloween Mask,

dancing to programmed robots playing

“Hot Hot Hot”,

one doesn’t overthink the circumstances.

My only worry at the time was “how could I possibly top this?”

Which pretty much summed up my life up to that point:

Surreal, sublime, and absurd.
~Edward Austin Robertson



The Mystery From Mansfield

20 Apr

Her long legs and cute pearly whites

somehow escaped my attention

for most of the semester;

but when it was on,

it was on. And boy,

was it on.

The conversation was good.

She was surprisingly down to earth.

She coached volleyball and hoops,

and had yet to realize how attractive she really was.



Beastly and sensuous

all at once,

before I could figure out what was happening

it was over just as randomly

as it had started.

I couldn’t tell you when we stopped hanging out

it was such a blur of a few weeks.

There is even a good chance

that we only hung out a handful of times.



Who knows what happened? So much had changed

between the NBA Playoffs and Duke-Carolina 2006.

But the last time that I saw her,

I knew within the first 5 minutes

she wasn’t going to sleep with me.

Which I wasn’t too broken up about–

back then there were plenty of other ladies,

none of which were Duke fans.


~Edward Austin Robertson