MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE
THE POETRY, ARTWORK & PHOTOGRAPHY OF ROB PLATH
Sunday, June 13, 2010
absurd peephole
two eyes
in between
two sides
of the abyss
looking back
& weeping
gazing ahead
& trembling
two eyes
sandwiched
between
two slices
of darkness
shut them
tight tonight
close the absurd
peephole
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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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absurd peephole
staring down yr wounds
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bugs climb my abyss
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baudelaire's ghost is better than the sandman
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