Beth Marie’s

9 Mar

Marble counter tops

and checkered tiled floors.

How can you be in a bad mood

with the smell of waffle in the air

and frozen sugary milk melting in your mouth?

Its impossible not to smile at this point.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

 

 

 

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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

 

 

Michael

6 Mar

 

It felt like everyone on the subway was talking about him.

I was at the Dundas station heading to St. Clair West

when I found out.

The phone call from her only added to the sense of time and place.

There was the city wide festival

and a surprising summer romance,

but what I remember most was that no matter where I was

for the next two days, someone was playing his music

in their cars, out of the apartment windows, and in storefronts.

I may have even let a tear drop into my corn soup

when Human Nature came on the radio

at the Jamaican spot I was hanging.

Perhaps it was the sad irony hitting me,

that even at the height of his powers

he never really got to freely enjoy the fruits of his labors.

He was finally free now to smile beautifully forever

as a young, black talent where no one could

hurt or disappoint him any longer.

We all collectively failed him

and yet he never stopped giving to us.

Maybe we didn’t deserve him.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

I hope that you understand

6 Mar

My lips know exactly where they want to go

if I were to ever see you again……..

which is exactly why that can never happen.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

 

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Can’t Spell Valentine’s Day Without VD

14 Feb

Space Grapes

10 Feb

You hear about that African American woman who booted off the space station launch at the last minute? Was the going to be the first black woman to live on a space station, which mean that she was going to be the only black woman living on a space station. This sounds like the corniest Real World episode of all time.

“WHO KEEPS EATING ALL MY DEHYDRATED ORGANIC GRAPES! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THOSE ARE?”

 

“Oh Sorry, me and the fellas ran out of liquor and we used them to make some wine. It actually came out pretty good. Sip?”

 

REAL WORLD.  SEASON 27 in SPACE! NASA IS MASA NOW

 

If someone were to ask me what I miss most about being single. I’d tell them that I miss the apple juice jar that I used to pee in at night that I kept by the side of the bed. I lived like a heathen before I met my girl.

 

Depending on where you are in life, sitting on your couch in your underwear, eating ice cream and watching basketball can be described as either the apex of freedom or rock bottom. I had a moment of serious self awareness one Friday night, where I was like man…..there is a really strong chance that I may never have sex again. THIS IS NOT BEAUTIFUL HOUSE THIS IS NOT MY Beautiful WIFE

 

BM

 

profile pic b mick  Bobby Mickey is the alter ego of writer and poet Edward Austin Robertson. When he isn’t involved in some basketball related activity, actively looking for parties to deejay or venues to perform comedy, he can be found recording podcasts with Craig Stein at Fullsass Studios. Follow him on twitter @goodassgame. For booking inquiries, send contact info to thisagoodassgame@gmail.com. 

 

 

It’s Official

24 Jan

Thanks to a buddy of mine, I found out that my latest collection of poetry, Poems About Lawrence is available to purchase here and here. You can get it in paperback or on the kindle. Thanks in advance for supporting this project.

 

Best,

Edward Austin Robertson