pull-ups by Steve Calamars

and rob plath poems
beneath pencil-yellow dawn
and an eraser-pink sunrise
leaving smudges inside my skull
that stain my thoughts and
pollute my pens
to the point where i’m  smearing
dirty words across filthy white
pages and tossing these
garbage-pail poems at publishers
like tiny targets
where sometimes my work sticks
septic as tetanus-dipped spitballs—

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One Response to “pull-ups by Steve Calamars”

  1. free penny press Says:

    Mr Plath’s words do have that affect on me too.. wonderful little poem we have here!
    Lynne

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