Nobody had heard from him in two weeks time.
I knew Bob was a lot of things a drunk a recluse a self exiled outcast.
But one thing he never was had been silent .
We were occasional drinking buddies going back to many years to recall.
We were the professional drunks the radicals to those who lived under the illusion playing nice somehow granted you immortality.
I hadn't gone by there in awhile .
Sometimes you just have to go with a feeling .
The last time I went there to his house it was to fucking silent.
The old character that filled that silence was gone .
And I simply knew his place was no longer here .
We lived alone, we lived like pirates with no concern for tomorrow .
And no matter how you view it one day everyone has to fucking die .
It's funny how the annoying characters when no longer around truly let you know how silent the world could be .
I always drank alone and now literally that's how from now on it would remain.
I wasn't one for making friends seemed to much like a dam job .
You had to be a person that wasn't me .
I was a loner it kept me safe I wasn't the type who asked for shit from anyone else .
Still it stung knowing are last drink was are goodbye .
But life is never planned we sat that evening watched the sunset .
Laughed about old times and sat just listening to music in the dark of a summer night .
I couldn't have written it better myself.
"Man you ever think about stopping drinking"?
I had asked him one morning after one hell of a bender .
"Yeah when I'm dead cowboy".
He responded with that goofy ass laugh of his .
Sitting here on this night the sound of me and the crickets outside I had to think to myself of my old friend .
Well guess he finally put down the bottle down for good.
No matter the time that passes you will always be missed my brother.
And now I simply continue where you left off.
I knew Bob was a lot of things a drunk a recluse a self exiled outcast.
But one thing he never was had been silent .
We were occasional drinking buddies going back to many years to recall.
We were the professional drunks the radicals to those who lived under the illusion playing nice somehow granted you immortality.
I hadn't gone by there in awhile .
Sometimes you just have to go with a feeling .
The last time I went there to his house it was to fucking silent.
The old character that filled that silence was gone .
And I simply knew his place was no longer here .
We lived alone, we lived like pirates with no concern for tomorrow .
And no matter how you view it one day everyone has to fucking die .
It's funny how the annoying characters when no longer around truly let you know how silent the world could be .
I always drank alone and now literally that's how from now on it would remain.
I wasn't one for making friends seemed to much like a dam job .
You had to be a person that wasn't me .
I was a loner it kept me safe I wasn't the type who asked for shit from anyone else .
Still it stung knowing are last drink was are goodbye .
But life is never planned we sat that evening watched the sunset .
Laughed about old times and sat just listening to music in the dark of a summer night .
I couldn't have written it better myself.
"Man you ever think about stopping drinking"?
I had asked him one morning after one hell of a bender .
"Yeah when I'm dead cowboy".
He responded with that goofy ass laugh of his .
Sitting here on this night the sound of me and the crickets outside I had to think to myself of my old friend .
Well guess he finally put down the bottle down for good.
No matter the time that passes you will always be missed my brother.
And now I simply continue where you left off.
This is dedicated to the memory of my friend Robert Lee White.
Are miles together weren't long enough .
John Patrick Robbins
Is a barroom poet and editor of the Rye Whiskey Review .
His work has been published with .
Piker Press , Outlaw Poetry , Romingos , Porch , Red Fez, Horror Sleaze Trash , Spill The Words , Academy Of The Heart And Mind, Boned Magazine, A Beautiful Space , Blue Pepper , Blognostics , Synchronized Chaos, Inbetween Hangovers, Your One Call,
His works always unfiltered .
