There is this thing flashing
beneath all loosening skin
beneath all dwindling meat
There is this thing flashing
beyond the marrow of weary bones
There is this ageless thing flashing
within all fading shapes
There is this inextinguishable strobe
beneath the temporary coat of a body
There is this weightless light
that crushes the limited NO
There is this thing, this thing…
A bright bouquet of deathlessness
we all meet again in its beam…
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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- "The Point" by Rob Plath. (c) 2011.
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- "Death Dances With The Cholesterol-Free" by Rob Pl...
- "Nacer Para Morir" by Rob Plath. (c) 2011.
- "Smoking Skull" by Rob Plath. (c) 2011.
- "Fuck You, Nietzsche" by Rob Plath. (c) 2011. FOR...
- "Lighten Up" by Rob Plath. (c) 2011.
- the sun, the cunts & the masses
- & i am drawn to everything sad
- great poems
- The Boundless YES of the Universe
- a day full of sun is like a machine gun
- hit the machine
- sharper than scalpels
- up to my armpits
- little dead girl in the wisteria vines
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