Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Squeaky  Springs. by John Patrick Robbins

                 
My neighbor in the apartment beside mine has squeaky  springs and a loose disposition .

Every night like clockwork I hear them clearly through the wall .
As she fucks the night away and me I simply try to write .

She seldom said a word when I passed her in the hall.

I tried to make small talk but she heard enough fights between me and my ex to know better .

She didn't ever have much to say but at night the bed kept steady squeaky rhythm.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words .

She called out to God often in throws of passion .
She wasn't religious but she seemed very spiritually horny .

She seldom had a word to say but often upon her face she wore a smile .

She kept the boys up all night .
Those squeaky springs kept steady rhythm.

And here I sat like a fool at the typewriter drinking the night away .

It became part of my process and when it was silent I just couldn't write .

I believe I will knock on her door and ask her does she mind finding someone to screw .

She will view me as a pervert .
Or maybe if I am lucky she will invite me in.

And then I won't give a single damn about the page.

I saw her mattress on the sidewalk and realized it had been retired for something silent and new .

I believe I will move into a brothel .
Then finish my masterpiece or at least die from fucking.

Either way I will finally craft a happy ending people say they seldom read in my work .

But these are just pipe dreams from dirty sheets and a dismal view .



John Patrick Robbins aka The Mad Editor Aka Coyote aka The Man Of Million Pen Names Aka Gonz Aka The Alcoholics Alcoholic.

Has won several awards all of which he created for himself .
He has been dubbed the Mad Editor .

His Facebook wall is often used to praise his greatness and display the newest members of his ultra secret Satanic cult that meets in the woods upon every full moon for a wild orgy and free pizza buffet .

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When not working in his crystal meth lab slash day care facility .

John is usually starting and running ten new mags a day so his dark legion may achieve world dominance and more likes on Instagram for his elegant and tasteful bathroom selfies .


John enjoys a good drink and practicing black magic to smite his enemies who are many within his mind .

He is currently single because his ex chewed off her leg and got away .


He is the Frat president and chief warlord of UTB.

Once is nominated for Worst Of The Net .


His work can be read at such kickass mags such as .


The Street Walker Review , Tender , Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, Ladies Home Journal , Hustler , Who Farted , X Hamster , Christian Rock Sucks Quarterly , Care Bears Crack Den .


His work is always unfiltered and if you are offended please download a sense of humor .


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