ear to ear over ashes
i thought i saw my father
on the street the other day
then i remembered
that he’s all ash
& i grinned
but still avoided the man
i’ve had enough of monsters
& to hell w/ his doppelgänger too
i had no desire to speak
to a goddamn soul
i strolled beneath september sun
all two hundred & six bones
basking in its warm wild hooks
on a sunday stroll
between two tombstones
i watched ants drag a beetle
down the hole of their hill
& that’ll be my exit too
on this cemetery planet
art
one day
someone
will find this
lopsided
file cabinet
drawers full
of pinned
demons
& folders of
soul-juice
& spleen-stains
& bloody
doodles, etc
or maybe it’ll
be chucked into
the steel jaws
of the goddamn
garbage truck
the maggots
will laugh at
either scenario
as they wiggle
thru the corridors
of my flesh
& the sun will
keep shining
& dung planet
keep spinning
w/ out me
but for now
i keep flicking
nightcrawlers off
my suit of skin
& feeding
the dark tower
© 2022 rob plath
