UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY


ROB PLATH

notes upon my sickly crew

my Suicide has lost both
its physique & its mystique
it lags hind me now
an obvious ugly cow

my Birth crawls at my heels
its one big tooth a constant reminder
digging into my Achilles tendon

my Madness walks
arm in arm w/me
i elbow it in the ribs
when its sneaky other hand
tries to pickpocket
the sane parts of my brain

my Love collapsed
miles & miles back
i attempted to give it CPR
it puked in my mouth
& then died

my Loneliness rides
heavy upon my shoulders
grinding its sad gray crotch
against the back of my skull

& my Death, ah my Death
is wagging its sweet ass in front of me
i keep kicking it a few feet ahead
not quite ready for its hot lapdance
full of maggots


bugs climb my abyss

there
are
kafkaroaches
running
up
&
down
my
arms
while
i
lay
in
my
sartretude

their
absurd
antennae
itching
my
nothingness


rob plath is a 40 year old poet from new york. he is widely published in the small press. he also has 7 chapbooks & one full length collection 'a bellyful of anarchy' (epic rites 2009).







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