Just The Seagulls by John Patrick Robbins

I found myself burnt out as always alone on the beach .
Why the hell was I drawn here , I cannot say .

Maybe I was a junkie for the pain, maybe I just was unoriginal .
And maybe it just reminded me of you .

Either way I was here blown out of my socks.
The ocean is a force unto itself .

It held many a man’s soul as once I held you .
It wasn’t a game or a line, it was my life and I was tired of giving my soul to get nothing in return .

If I was paying dues then I must of had a hell of debt my friends .

A blown out liver and a bad heart.

Always on the verge chasing a false promise stuck in the sand while others simply passed me by.

I lost it all and gained shit in return keep your slaps on the back.

Give me a paycheck and a corner booth , let me die with my vices .

But time is a cruel bitch.
But no matter her intentions here I stood always hoping the sunset would find more than a closed door and a swift kick in the ass.

The seagulls live a second at a time .

On the verge of starvation .
Waiting for the tide to bring the next meal.

I questioned many things in this life .

My direction was not amongst these questions.

I watched the sunrise for the view was free.
Cause you couldn’t tax nature’s beauty.

When I left the beach I noticed a parking ticket on my windshield .

The tide brought in many things , and the asshole with a badge killed my buzz.

Full circle was something I was beginning to understand .

The seagulls thrived on nothing as I did the bottle .
We all need something .

I just needed enough to buy another bottle .

Dreams are for the sleeping.

John Patrick Robbins 
Is the editor of the Rye Whiskey Review,  Under The Bleachers and Drinkers Only .
His work has been published here at Punk Noir Magazine, The San Antonio Review,  Oddball Magazine , The San Pedro River Review , Ariel Chart,  As It Ought To Be Magazine, Piker Press, The Mojave River Review .
He is also the author of Once Upon A Nervous Breakdown  from Soma Publishing and Sex Drugs & Poetry from Whiskey City Press.
His work is always unfiltered. 
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