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poems by rob plath


 

 

lobotomized plasma

 

the
skeleton
wears
a
mesh
robe
of
blood
vessels

it
struts
through
rooms
in
this
pulsing
red web
smoking
jacket

unleashing its
beef w/the
world

& when
it drinks
too much
wine
& inhales
too much
hash
its jacket
acts
as a
hammock
where
the
bones
black out
in their
sling
of lobotomized
plasma

 

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stockholm syndrome

 

is when hostages
sympathize
w/their captors

w/their torturers

w/their rapists

even defend them

show loyalty
to this powerful
force over them

but what about
you reader?

don't you also suffer
from this phenomena?

sticking up for
BIRTH & CO.

the most sadistic
bastard of all

you defend it
w/every fiber

as you turn
& turn & turn

strapped meat
on its torture wheel

in the seedy basement
of the universe

 

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a blade for the thick nights of zero

 

one day
the mortician
will
unravel
his
measuring tape
over
yr body

he'll jot
down
yr
dimensions
& his thin ribbon
of notches
will snap
back into
its case
awaiting
the next
slab

while
mr. bones
laughing
holds
a bouquet
of
black balloons
in yr
honor

but wait...
yr still HERE

you can still
fashion some
blades

they won't
cut
the tape
or slash
the dark balloons

but rather be
handed down
to those
who remain

for them
to hack their
way through
thick nights
of zero

 

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psychosomatic happiness

 

i disagree
w/karl marx

religion isn't
potent enough
to be
an opiate

the gospels
are really
placebos

the
scriptures
are
sugar capsules

yet
the masses
blindly
swallow
them
w/o
a
doubt

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