Poems
by Rob
Plath
if you could see
yr life in fast motion
you’d straight up
swing out on
a hideous
purple braid
directly into
the flames
all while emitting
one unbroken squeal
too quick
for tears to sizzle
i had a mid-life crisis
in the bloody womb
sipping from
a FUCK YOU flask
& streaked in red warpaint
from skull to feet
i struck matches off
the noose-like umbilical
chain-smoking until
i slid out in a dark cloud
upon this pitiful stage
an unproud misfit
w/ quite a mad pair
of shrieking lung sacks
& an ice pick in my fist
to scrawl my poetry
i wish there was a makeshift shank
taped to the placenta wall
so my unborn self could’ve avoided
being yanked from the womb
& all the doom that awaited outside of it
just ride a jab to the jugular
back to my homeland the stars
