Poems
by Robert Plath

empty & distorted

 

i smashed

the proverbial glass

against the wall

bone-dry shards flew

a sliver in each

fucking eye

 

 

 

4,800 x an hour

 

his heart

was a fist-sized

red skull

w/ in his chest

yet it opened

& closed

like a bone

rose

 

 

 

existential fake news

 

god

identity

meaning

immortality

hope

connection

etc…

 

 

 

 

ease

 

i never read

the newspaper 

on sunday morning

i listen to

leonard cohen

 

 

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