Rob Plath

4 pm

the 4 o’clock sun
delivers its blows
an ennui hammer

& you sit unshielded
as yr soul-juices run
in terrible rivulets


ashes & giants

somebody will burn
my body one day

but what about my
goddamn emptiness?

1,000 times larger
than my shape

that giant untouchable
motherfucker will hoot
at the puny flames

& haunt this bastard
planet forever


in the sleepless dark

in the sleepless dark
you bleed
& unknowingly
drag & smear it
across the floors
& at dawn you awake
to an enormous
portrait of loneliness

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