Boys Will Be Boys

A poem
by John D. Robinson
His 1st punch was weak and
way off-target,
leaving me to take advantage
and I hit hard, cutting his nose,
he fell back in shock,
I stood still in shook,
I had always been a lousy
he must’ve sensed this
and came back with a
hammering right to the
side of my hung-over head,
I struck back, getting in
some lucky shots and he
tumbled to the barrack-room
floor laughing and then
he got up and we embraced
as friends and we knew,
without question,
that we were assholes,
and fortunately,
with a sense of humour,
the NCO’s agreed.
John D Robinson is a published poet; ‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide’ (2016 Holy&intoxicated Publications) ‘Cowboy Hats & Railways’ (2016 Scars Publications); he is a contributor to the 48th Street Press 2016 Broadside Series.

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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott's poetry books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016), Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016), and Poison in Paradise (Alien Buddha Press, 2017). Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse, Happy Hour Hallelujah, and Novelmasters.

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