Rob Plath

braille for fellow madmen  

more often than not 
each synapse is 
a demon’s whip crack  
my brain lashed 
over & over 
throbbing bloody welts
rising against my skull

the dirt coroners 

one day the maggots 
will carry out yr autopsy 
their final conclusion 
a string of belches

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