Jackie Robb

Gypsy blood pumps
through Gypsy veins.
Jackie Robb
was born somewhere.
He will die
somewhere else.

A poet,
in the most debase sense of the word.
Blunt honesty,
brazen imagery and
dark loathing humour
are his shameless tools.

Like it is
is how it is.

His work
comes in spurts –
lengthless
sporadic
spontaneous
outbursts,
questioning the parameters
of volition,
impulse and
expression
as its lines bleed
from hard head
through rough hands
onto page after page.