Boys Will Be Boys

A poem
by John D. Robinson
 
AN EARLY MORNING HUNG-OVER SCUFFLE
 
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
brawler,
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 17Numa.wordpress.com 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, 2015), and Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016). Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience; he also serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.

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