Two Poems by Rob Plath

flip your zippo, bitch & shut up

recently i read an article
about quitting smoking

one of the methods
they listed to combat
the habit
was to wear a rubberband
around your wrist
& snap it each time
you feel an urge to smoke

or

better yet--
slap your face
&
tell yourself:
'hang tough; don't puff'

how about continuing
smoking & when you get
paranoid about your health
& attempt abstaining
you snap a tourniquet
that's around your arm
& say "at least i'm not
shooting smack"

or better yet--
punch yourself in the face
& say: 'drag or no drag
one day you'll wear a toe tag'



quit graffiting tombstones w/bullshit

people aren't blank slates
when they're born
happily waiting to be filled up

rather they are wordless
tombstones pushed out of
the womb

mothers cradling
yet another grave-marker
in a birth blanket

not a chalkboard to be filled
w/formulas & philosophy
w/human horseshit

rather bloody
howling gravestones

& they spend their
lives slowly chiseling
their dumb names
into the slab

like they know
who they really are
what they really are

& maybe some etch
a cheap epitaph
a bald-face fabrication

HERE LIES SO & SO
& lies is fucking right
a rather appropriate verb

GONE W/THE ANGELS

row after row of
bullshit

nobody ever writes
the truth:

HERE ROTS A SACK
OF MEAT

ANOTHER FEAST FOR
CADAVER-EATING
BEETLES

& what will yrs say reader?

will you go down
into the ground
w/the rest
of the make-believe meat

a mute slab
of
LIES

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