John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review his work has appeared in Punk Noir Magazine, Piker Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Schlock Magazine, Red Fez, The Dope Fiend Daily and Lothlorien Journal Of Poetry. 

His work is always unfiltered.

Never Double Down

On a damn thing, but especially anything involving matters of the heart.
It's cold as truth and simple as the sunrise.

You will know much pain, it's all in how you handle the hand dealt.
Drugs never ask anything of you except the destruction of your soul.

A woman is a favorite poison of mine.
I've lost a great deal more than I ever care to disclose.

But in hopes and high stakes I have lived within those second’s embrace.

And that's good enough for me.
The chips are down, as from the table I most certainly shall be walking away soon.

Live, love, and learn.

Adios.

Art At A Distance

I have to create at a distance from others.
I cannot be your friend, 
And you most certainly will have to hold the court of my enemy.

I won't pretend you concern me,
As you have lost sight of art’s true direction to begin with.

Social acceptance is for kids, never adults.
Full grown fools are many, and intellectuals are just dinosaurs, 
All too afraid to breathe their truths, 
So they decay within their tombs.

I am at a dead-end creatively.
And so you are at the page.

The difference between us.
Hope.

Thank you for reading.

Merlot

You are not my companion, yet I've seen you holding court at candlelit tables,
Shared between couples or enjoyed alone.

I do not embrace your venom but respect your staying power, 
As I dance with my devil, alone to the very end.

A bottle holds far more respect from me than a vacant soul or worn conversation.

A toast to all that never concerned me to begin with