by Rob Plath
this existence
contains
less scope
than a
peephole
in a hotel
door
& like
a rental
it isn't
permanent
either
one day
you'll vacate
these
premises
for good
you'll pack
yr organs
in a valise
& the hole
will rotate
closed
like the iris
of a
camera
*Rob Plath at MySpace:
http://www.myspace.com/robertplath
January 14, 2009
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1 comments:
precisely deliscious... i will have to attempt to check out your myspace page,,, but i am not really all that good at myspace.....
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