MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE
THE POETRY, ARTWORK & PHOTOGRAPHY OF ROB PLATH
Monday, June 22, 2009
war every night
some battles are fought
in tiny rooms
on cold, empty sheets
the unbeatable enemy: singularity
saturating its victim's soul
w/shell after shell
of emptiness
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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