up
to
my
armpits
in
sorrow
the
only
thing
that
offers
buoyancy
joy
is
a
black
sack
of
stones
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.
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- & i am drawn to everything sad
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- The Boundless YES of the Universe
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