Moot Was The Point by John Patrick Robbins
I had finished my work for the day took to my favorite chair mixed a cocktail and turned on the idiot box for a change .
I believed I was done with work but from the email that was sent it appeared work was far from done with me .
It was yet another submission.
And like a junkie to the fix I simply could not resist reading .
The poet was good her lines strong as a fine bourbon .
A normal editor would sit on her work for a week or so .
I was far from a normal editor .
Besides my southern nature and often overlooked manners taught me never to keep a lady waiting .
I scheduled her work in sent her a email.
She replied swiftly .
Acting as if I had given her something far better than I had .
Sometimes you forget after so many rejections just how good a simple acceptance is .
“Thank you so very much John “!
“You’re very welcome sweetheart”.
I didn’t worry over my language for I knew my intentions .
Not everyone is a mad rapist in disguise .
Besides I was too lazy to run after anyone .
I barely enough energy to make a liquor run these days .
We shot the shit back and forth for awhile .
She wrote .
“It’s so good to have someone who truly understands writers”.
“Well I believe it helps being one myself my dear “.
I replied .
“Oh you write as well I never had a clue “.
Sometimes the page just writes itself as often the point was moot to begin with.
I wrote her back told her goodnight and set course for total oblivion that night .
I wasn’t an editor I believe I was the night watchman at the mental asylum.
It helped being a patient too.
©2018 John Patrick Robbins
John Patrick Robbins is often referred to as an outlaw poet, whose work is a glimpse into life’s darker side and often barroom based. His work has been published with Inbetween Hangover, The Red Fez, Spill The Words, Ramingos Porch, Your One Phone Call, The Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Poets Community, And also read online at hello poetry. His work is always a hundred percent unfiltered.