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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