Tag Archives: Nina Hartley

Dark Gable

12 May

Growing up
I fantasized about
being a 70’s porn star.

Why the 70’s?

Bushier beavers
natural looking women
the kind you
see at the grocery store
the kind of woman
who
I actually had a
chance of fucking.

No intrusive
bright lights
fake tits
or runway
strips
where there should be
a mossy forest
of pubes.

I prefer
the texture
of an alfalfa
sprout
sandwich
when I’m
going
down on
a girl.

Kay Parker.
Honey Wilder
Jeanna Fine
Hyapatia Lee
Vanessa Del Rio
Nina Hartley
Juilet “Aunt Peg” Anderson
and Janey Robbins

all women I’d fuck this very
day.
Women who all had distinctive looks
and sexual characteristics.

Not like these carbon
copy actresses
making the same
unimaginative films

They took chances
in the 70’s
good funky
background music
with deep bass grooves
jazzy organ
and swanky guitar licks.

The German
and French flicks
from those days were
even crazier
and more depraved
with their nutty
premises
and wardrobes.

Maybe my
ex-girlfriends
are right,
maybe
I am
addicted
to porn.

Though it
could
be worse.

I could
be addicted to
smack,
or crack.

Edward Austin Robertson

one more sneak peek

1 Jun

another poem for the book, they are not all as somber, the funny one’s I wrote first the theme for this project is Less sex, more humor. but I guess they all have that David Sedaris sick twisted humor lying beneath the melancholy clouded lining.

Young Punk

10 years ago
I was a junky
a foggy headed
dope
addict.

No girlfriend
my bong
was my companion

I’d be celibate

for almost 3 years
but not by choice.

I’d wake up
load my
2 foot
glass
bong
and then
head to
art class.

All my free
time
spent riding
around
with my
buddy
Paul
smogging
out his
pick up truck.

We had the perpetual
reek of
swag
on our
clothes.

resin stains
on my jeans
and T-shirts
and in the
grooves
of my
keys
from cleaning
out the bowl stems.

I’d skip
lectures
to lay
in the backyard
take acid
and listen
to Pink Floyd
on days deemed
too sunny
to be indoors.

Late nights
spent in
cocaine
induced
paranoid frenzy
scared to sleep
for fear of dying
or losing control
and getting kicked
out of the
house.

yet I had
nothing to
lose
I never thought I’d
see 30.

I couldn’t forsee
the person
I am today
reflecting on myself
as a 20 year old
heart broken over
an Aussie chick
and jerking
off to Nina Hartley
and Vanessa Del Rio.

I couldn’t imagine
then
that not only
would things be okay,
but they’d
get infinitely
better and
that not only
would I become some kind
of
square
but that I’d actually grow to
like the straight life.

Happily eschewing parties
for a quiet night
of watching hoops
alone
with a
bowl of
popcorn
and a pipe to smoke.

My God,
what has become of
me?

~Edward Austin Robertson~