Three Poems by Rob Plath

DEAR BUDDHA

i agree it’s all
a fucking illusion

but a big whiff
of shit makes you
think otherwise



DEAR ABYSS

gaze at me
all you want

this tea & toast
is so fucking good



CRAZY ONE-MAN PARADE

he walked
the deserted streets
alone
thru thick kafka fog
strange gray confetti rained down
landing in his hair
he was a crazy one-man parade
the tiny ragged squares stuck
to his slim shape
like a mad second skin
he picked one off his arm
it had the word FUCK written on it
they all had FUCK on them
it looked like blood
he screamed three times
& ran home to take
a bath of fire

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