3 Poems by Rob Plath

brothers w/dust

we are
clay
accidents
jumpstarted not by
a god
but bored
lightning

& we move
about
characteratures
of
dirt bombs

twiddle
yr thumbs
or invent
mathematics

we're all
really
brothers
w/dust


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we, mobile crosses

we are all
crucified
our musculature
& flesh
nailed
to our
skeleton
our crown
of thorns
on the other
side of the
scalp--
the brain
we, mobile crosses
moving
about
smoking cigarettes
drinking whiskey
etc...
anything
to be taken
down from
ourselves

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the devil's pelvis

come on
quit yr
shit thinking

there's
no god

a devil
created all
of this

unfathomably
large
& just outside
of everything
the universe
hangs from
his thick
black belt
his gyrating
pelvis
keeping all
in check

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Rob Plath is 37 years. He has published about 150 poems in 50 magazines and journals in print and online. He has one book of poetry called “Ashtrays and Bulls” (liquid paper press--home of the nerve cowboy) and two forthcoming, one from Cat Scan Press in the UK called “Sour Milk” for the soulless and another from Pooka Press in Canada which is not yet titled. He once studied with Allen Ginsberg at Brooklyn College from '95-97 and performed on a spoken word CD “Northport celebrates jack” --a tribute to Jack Kerouac. Since he has just become poetry editor of Whirligigzine - JD Finch's fiction and poetry magazine, which is in print and online. Rob lives in New York.