MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE
THE POETRY, ARTWORK & PHOTOGRAPHY OF ROB PLATH
Monday, May 23, 2011
the worst poet
even lies
to himself
in the
fucking
bathroom
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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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& i think i see Death winking
the antithesis of boyhood rooms
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