New Poetry by Robin Cantwell

Open Mic Night feat. Ernest Hemingway

Six bucks for a cup of coffee —

glad I didn’t live to see the day.

Robot wizards, gizmo galaxies —

for love of god, will someone

wipe that smirk off Dali’s face.

Pay me pal, stick a dollar in my wallet —

I’m having stag for breakfast

before I hitch a ride

on that information superhighway. 

What’s a guy gotta do to get a smoke round here —

excuse me, waiter

there’s seaweed floating in my shake.

Think I’ll head back now,

sow a lineage in my name —

that Super Mario gives me the creeps,

and will someone please tell me

just what the hell is going on

with Toad and Princess Peach?

- © Robin Cantwell 2022

Robin is a London-based playwright, poet and fiction writer. With themes ranging from toxic masculinity to the technological singularity, his work has appeared, or is forthcoming in, Pure Slush, The London Reader, Fauxmoir, A Thin Slice Of Anxiety, Bright Flash Literary Review, Silver Birch Press, Molecule Literary Magazine, Poetica Review, Visual Verse and Nine Muses Poetry. Robin is a graduate of the Faber Academy.