Softer for medium.
Harder for shallow.
Parallel passes across.
Adjust to deepest setting
perpendicular passes to first pass rows.
8 inches deep.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Tag Archives: Edward Austin Robertson
Tilling
10 AprTwo Years
10 AprThe passage of time
reflected in the buildings, streets and faces.
Enough time to embrace them
warts and all.
Enough time to love
the people
not the places.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Junk Food
10 AprDoritos, Fritos, Takis, and hot Cheetos
Lard in the beans, grade F meat in the burritos
That MSG
Sapping your energy
Distract you from the industry
damage your authenticity
Synergy
And synchronicity
Apathy
Complacency is killing me
ya feeling me?
Its still in me
Instilled in me
We willingly kill for free
While they kill for fee.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Bombing the Oread
9 AprUnintentionally
bombing
potentially
speeding my way into the infirmary
wobbly
wobbling
my board keeps shaking
weaving my way in and out traffic
quick decisions I’m making
better off crashing into the sidewalk
to have some scrapes than be a vegetable who can’t talk.
Deeply breathing
gotta stay calm
or the ground will be beneath me
too late to step off
they’ll scrape me off the cement with
a lotta skin left off.
By now if I eat it
they’ll prolly have to take me off
life support.
I’m fucked if I freak out now
no way to slow down; nobody showed me how.
Broken board? Broken wrist?
Neither, just a grass stain
hurt ego pushed aside
didn’t feel no real pain.
Still in one piece.
Time to exhale.
I get to walk away
from one of my biggest fails.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Young Lady with the Shiba Inu
9 AprIt was the neighbor’s dog that took me
back to that last conversation
at some diner downtown.
Saying goodbye,
kissing and holding her lovely fingers
in my hands.
The knot inside my stomach
telling me not to leave–
that our momentary happiness
would disappear once I got on the bus
and left her country.
Whether I had stayed or not did not matter.
My head was so far up my own ass
there was no way it could have worked out–
no matter how ready I thought I was.
I’m not embarrassed about my feelings.
It was definitely on.
Although I am embarrassed about what followed–
the letter exchanges,
cooing and babbling about
singing to out future children,
and a goddamned Shiba Inu puppy.
It should have never gotten that far.
I should have left her at the diner
and left that week in her city,
in her city.
I have since gotten (slightly)better about learning when to let go;
especially where it concerns women.
The truth is I never wanted a Shiba Inu
in the first place.
I’m a Siberian Husky man myself.
I just thought it was a packaged deal.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Off Limits
7 AprShe sat a perched the sofa
one hand propped against her cheek,
face tilted; arctic eyes piercing at 3 ‘o clock,
body angled symmetrically,
feet dangling ,
legs curled behind her thighs
and buttocks.
A younger version of me would have gotten myself in trouble.
18 yr old me would have pined over her
agonizingly in my bedroom,
writing sappy poetry;
trying to find a word to rhyme with Eros.
25 yr old me would have
driven myself crazy trying to bed her and keep her.
I don’t miss those days.
I still wince embarrassingly of the times
when I shot at every game that I liked.
I appreciate being at an age where I can delight in a lady’s presence
and not have to get in their pants.
But if the opportunity presented itself,
I’m not sure I’d have been able to say no.
Though I respected her boyfriend
–a wonderful young man
witty and understated–
it didn’t stopped me from fantasizing
about rubbing the small of her back,
kissing her bare neck,
then making love as if we were two ballerinas.
Only now can I project far enough ahead to know
there aren’t many positive outcomes
for such delicate situations
if you aren’t equipped to handle them.
But sometimes………
on the right days…..
when I’m felt at my most Alpha………
I found it extremely difficult to be alone with her.
Thank God for experience.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
Sunny
6 AprWatching the Elite Eight
on our front porch
with Geo and Maged.
Checking out a girl on the roof
giving us upskirt shots.
Sometimes happiness comes so easily.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Groan
6 AprSleep.
I need more.
In the dead of winter
I’ll take food and warmth
when I can.
But sleep.
I don’t want to need it.
And where would I sleep
if I stopped going to work?
Time to get out of bed.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Where Do The Years Go?
27 FebHow does one make life slow down?
You live long enough
and certain present moments
parallel certain past moments.
So many people sleeping, partying, working their lives away.
In the blink of an eye
I went from being a 19 year old kid pulling my pud to Vanessa Del Rio videos
to becoming a 35 year old man
on the fringes of society;
wondering if my next piece of ass
will come in the form of anything but a 22 year old white chick.
My early 20’s seemed to lag in the mud
as I waited for something to happen to me.
Life was wide open then.
I had nothing but time to do whatever I wanted.
My mid twenties were spent preparing for something to happen to me.
The last 8 years of my life spent making something happen.
Life can appear to change so quickly.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Jumped the Gun
18 FebRuined things with our impatience
before there was ever a chance to become friends.
In no hurry to meet hatred
from someone new.
~Edward Austin Robertson
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