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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

AN OUTLAW IN THE MAKING

 

by John D. Robinson

 

My dear mom is just something

short of being clinically obsessed

with her house cleanliness

and one of the blinding golden

rules is under no circumstances

are OUTSIDE shoes worn

INSIDE the house;

the rules are drilled into you

at a very early age,

my nephew is 5 and he is

very bright and forward-thinking;

a little while ago he was playing

out in the backyard when he

needed to get something from

INSIDE the house,

without hesitation he strolled

INSIDE the house still wearing

his OUTSIDE shoes;

his mother reminded him,

“Samuel, you know you’re  not

meant to be wearing your shoes

INSIDE the house,”

without pause in his stride and

without turning around he said,

“Well, I am,”

and he carried on walking

INSIDE the house wearing his

OUTSIDE shoes;

there was a stunned silence,

open mouths, wide-open eyes

and nonbelief from the witnesses

and when told of this, I laughed

and laughed and giggled and

nodded my head;

5 years old, an outlaw-in-the-

making; doing things his way

despite the rules of others,

I raise a glass.

 

 

 

John D. Robinson is a published poet; “When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide” (Holy&intoxicated Publications 2016)  “Cowboy Hats & Railways” (Scars Publications 2016); a contributor to the 2016 48th Street Press Broadside Series; his work appears widely in the small press and online literary journals including Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Outlaw Poetry; Degenerate Literature; Haggard & Halloo; Beatnik Cowboy; Boyslut; Anti Heroin Chic; In Between HangoversYellow MamaHobo Camp Review; Eunoia Review; Zombie Logic Review; Horror Sleaze and Trash; Outsider Poetry; Your One Phone Call; Down in the Dirt Magazine; he is married and lives in the UK with his wife; 1 dog; 3 cats and swallows copious amounts of wine whilst listening to classical music.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017