Tag Archives: Edward Austin Robertson

Berkshire Wedding (For Nicole)

25 Aug

Walking her back to the old house felt natural.

I knew there was something there

but I couldn’t have imagined it would lead to this.

I calculated the odds

and I made my move

but I didn’t make it that night.

Sometimes inaction

is a form of action.

There was no pressure to do anything.

But something in the way we hugged each other that night

told me that if I ever had the chance,

I was going to go for it–whatever that meant.

I drove back to town in a heightened state of awareness.

dead sober even though I’d been drinking all that day.

I can’t say that I knew anything would happen.

But I’m telling you that I’m not surprised by any of it.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

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It Never Entered My Mind (For Becca)

25 Aug

We never dated

but we were never just friends either.

We could have set better boundaries.

Spending out time casually, eating, laughing, gently comforting,

listening to music and making dinner.

It always started out innocently enough

until we got too comfortable.

Then it became an issue

of how to say goodbye,

whether I should stay over

and if so…………..

It is easy to get wistful.

We had our needs

that neither of us could ultimately fulfill

in the long run, but the short term desires were often met.

If I were to waste my sweetness on anyone at the time

she was the most deserving.

It was easy to be kind to her.

Even then I could sense that it was a trial run

for when the real thing came along.

Had she given me a reason to stay

I probably would have.

But nothing would’ve come of it.

I’d have just hurt her

or she would have hurt me.

Those are pleasant memories.

We had fun together, some of it innocent.

Late night emails from the computer lab

soon became evening phone calls and mix CD’s,

which then became 3 hour drives to “not” spend

the weekend with her– hanging out, making out, doing drugs.

But I don’t miss her.

Just another college romance loaded down

with limitations,

but tempered with realistic expectations.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

 

Cover (for Nancy)

25 Aug

She’s playing fiddle,

singing to me in the car

Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon”.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

To Be Continued

25 Aug

 

It became one of many nights

where by sheer luck

I’d faceplant into some female’s crotch

simply because I chose to leave my apartment.

 

A night where I was on autopilot; not even thinking,

just doing.

Sipping champagne

eating birthday cake,

expensive chocolates

and listening to Thriller on vinyl.

 

I was too dumb to realize

that I’d been set up.

Her friends magically disappeared from the bar

and she needed someone to walk her back to her place

which conveniently was only blocks away from my own apartment.

 

And perhaps I could’ve been more aggressive

but like other times,

I was just happy to be in the right place

at the right time.

 

Not forcing any shots,

just staying in the flow of the offense.

And maybe instead of lamenting

what didn’t happen (like a few other encounters during that period),

I should be happy about what did take place

and grateful that nothing occurred

that would come back to haunt me years later.

 

I took it as far as one should on a first attempt

and looking back, I’m glad I didn’t press any further.

Only now can I understand the precarious combination of

of youth, booze, hormones and consent.

Which is why I always let the females take the lead

in such instances. Even then I was hyper aware of all the possibilities.

That evening was my first inkling that one could have a hot and kinky

sexual encounter without actually having coitus.

I limped home with a heavy buzz and a heavy sack,

hoping there was more to come.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feel Around the Fountain (and other romantic misadventures)

20 Jun

I.

 

She was a delicate little thing.

Young and sweet and cute.

With every hello

I sent her an unspoken invitation

to come over to my place for weed and coffee,

and make out on the parlor couch

while listening to the Smiths on the record player.

 

II.

The wind picked up

pushing the fountain mist

into our faces.

I held off as long as I could, but it still

shocked her when I leaned in for the kiss.

She was surprised but she didn’t resist.

She tasted of college life and cigarettes.

 

III.

The perfect spot in the park

with a nice mix of sun and shade

to lay down a blanket

play guitar, eat yummy snacks

and talk myself out of making a move

on her.

The stakes were just too high on this one.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

Time Stamp (For Wen and Aili)

9 Jun

There was something very old world about the moment.

This beautiful Taiwanese mother-and-baby tandem

sat playing Chopin on the old bar piano

in an intimate, dimly lit tavern.

We all watched in awe and quiet reverence

with an unspoken agreement that we were witnesses to an event

that was far from the ordinary–something that required ticketed admission–

on par with the legendary Red Panda;

flawlessly juggling saucers, plates and teacups while straddling atop a unicycle.

An instant so surreal that even the faintest whisper could break its magical spell.

Chekhov himself couldn’t have written a better wedding scene.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

The Naked Bike Ride

9 Jun

I’d allowed myself to get lost in the mirth and euphoria

of hula hoops, glow sticks and naked bodies.

We were “jamming on it” to Newcleus under the Hawthorne Bridge,

the night’s air chilling the celebration

of our all city ride to a traffic of cheers.

Seemed like a good idea when the sun was up.

But I forgot pack something to cover myself up

for the long sobering ride back to the (deep) Northeast part of town.

Two words: Poor Planning.

 

 

~Edward Austin Robertson