Monday, March 14, 2022

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.

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