Transition Chord

6 Feb

For a very long time in my life

I was the guy that girls dated
right before they met their soul mate,
life partner–the one who was serious enough
to move in with them or marry.

Once the revolving door of evolving
partners stopped spinning,
I soon realized that I was always the transition guy

because I was always the one in transition;
and its impossible 
for a girl wanting to stability

to get serious with a guy like that
unless they were equally as chaotic and unstable.

And though women like that are most times fun in the beginning,

they rarely amounted to anything past a few warm nights,

a handful of memories, and if I was really lucky,

a poem or two. Which of course, worked out fine,

until I became the person craving stability.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Creative Differences

6 Feb

He was a mixture of jazz, post-rock, and  post-punk,
a loud, bombastic
instrumental, cacophonous 
free form and improvisation
skulking closest to the underground.


She was structure,
an epic and rehearsed drama
using her commercial appeal  to gain mainstream approval.

Together they made soft soothing melodies,
creating emotional lyrics
written to quiet sunsets

Both styles complicated by their 
conflicting formats.
Neither one better; just different,
depending on one’s tastes.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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A Face For Radio Guest Set w/ Mr. Dirtbike

6 Feb

 

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Pedestal

1 Feb

The combination of background music

and her naked body beneath mine

created a magical and visceral image that exists to this day.

Back when the female body

was still a mystery;

when I never took for granted

any woman hopping onto my mattress with me.

When porn wasn’t quite as accessible

and conversation was merely a hurdle

one jumped through to in order to achieve sexual relations.

Before women (and people overall) weren’t such a nuisance. 

There was still an innocence to it all.

In my mind not only were we mugging down,

but we were transcending worlds with each kiss;

achieving our destinies with each bare touch,

and baring our souls through every orgasm. 

Hmm. No wonder I stayed a virgin for so long in my life.

Your boy was just simpin’.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Shiva

1 Feb

Oh Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,

you are so drunk

and sloppy,

and oh so thick.

I’m so afraid of how easy this appears to be.

 

Oh Shiva, Shiva, Shiva

you just my type

with those juicy hamhocks

and big bright headlights

and proportionate  caboose.

The blemish on the side of your face

under your nose tells me

that you can be had

but at what price?

Nothing is free in the Bay Area

especially time.

 

Oh Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,

are you always this fun? or is the alcohol

that is making you laugh at my joke

about the guy who sitting in the seat next to you

not knowing the difference between creepy and romantic

because he was European.

 

Oh Shiva, Shiva, Shiva

I’m loose and you’re loose

and we’re being so obvious right now that

the other passengers on the train are smirking

as you write your number on a piece of paper

before we reach the Shattuck stop.

 

Oh Shiva, Shiva, Shiva

I hated myself for months

for accidentally throwing that piece of paper

on the way over to my friend’s place.

It was late, and I was drunk and it would take me

days to even remember the brief encounter we had that night.

Which now with clarity, I can see

that it might have been the best possible outcome

for such drunken encounters.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Trixie ( For Jennifer Reich)

1 Feb

Trixie and I immediately hit it off

at the karaoke bar that we met.

she was always down to take a drive around the city–

no matter how early or late it was in the morning.

 

Trixie was fearless.

She’d crash any party,

loved getting a taste,

appreciated good music, and 

worked for a video game company.

There was genuine love between us:

platonic, but with a tinge of sexual curiosity.

I think it was our laughter that kept getting in the way 

of us getting it on.

We just liked spending time together

And just wanted to see the other person happy. 

 

Had it been any other night

that we tried to hook up

Perhaps it would’ve been something more celebratory

rather than consolatory.

I’m glad that she stepped in and said she wasn’t ready

because it may have made for some sad balling 

steeped in confusion; full of false starts and delay of games.

 

We salvaged the weekend by driving up the coast

to Monterrey and Pebble Beach; listening to Ween

and stopping every so often

for whatever snack we had a hankering for.

Later that night,

she kissed me goodbye

at the San Jose Caltrans station

and I never saw her again.

 

I knew it wasn’t meant to be because

Trixie couldn’t cook eggs worth a damn.

But Trixie was a damn  good friend. 

I wish I still knew her.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Xmas Guest Set

1 Feb

 

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Guest Set 12/27/18

1 Feb

Saturday Morning Folk Show Guest Set w/ Mister Dirtbike and DJ Chicken Strip

1 Feb

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Guest Set on Face For Radio

1 Feb

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