Once Far From the Finishing Line
It's muggy and hot, at 9:33 P.M., the end of July.
light of fireflies flashing in the trees
although I am uncomfortably warm, a soft spot remains
in that historical heat this shape was so young
the hazy waves of flaming summers past ever make you want to
Unglittery Mute Innards
People are really flesh pinatas moving about on the planet.
are packed with plastic petty rings and kazoos that play only
constantly take cracks at one another and gather the windfall
you look around you can see them taking turns hitting each
Some people are filled with only bones.
of the others fear this and run after they split them open and
lonely ones gather their unglittery mute innards and suture
Cuffed To Your Own Muscle
a way, the blood pressure cuff
know that you are prisoner
with empty chambers
send the blood so forcefully
that they finally rupture,
you like a fucking
Rob Plath, a former student of Allen Ginsberg, has seven chapbooks of poetry out: Ashtrays & Bulls (Liquid Paper Press 2003), An IV Bag Full of Bile (Scintillating Publications 2007), Whiskey & Clay (Pudding House Publications 2008), Squeezing Blood from the Alphabet(erbacce press 2008), Tapping Ashes in the Dark (Lummox Press 2008), There's a Little Hobo in My Heart Who Forever Gives the Finger to Humanity (d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press 2008), and Nicotine Scribblings from a Hammock in the Void (Good Japan Press 2009). Epic Rites Press released two anthologies of his work, A Bellyful of Anarchy and There's a Fist Dunked in Blood Beating in My Chest. His novella, Swallowtude, is due out next year under Epic Rites Press.