MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE
THE POETRY, ARTWORK & PHOTOGRAPHY OF ROB PLATH
Friday, May 27, 2011
& i think i see Death winking
for a few
seconds
all of
the light bulbs
flicker
the whole
apartment
blinks
several times
& i sit
not shivering
but calmly
smiling
thinking
of
cities
&
civilizations
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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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