Three Poems by Rob Plath

cats & cigarettes

 

i read that camus
had a black cat
named cigarette
tonight i picture
the aloof pair
sitting together
a big yawn
opening up around
his companion’s fangs
as albert’s smoke
curls past his eye
like the silent tongue
of nothingness

____________

 

slabs 
i
am
a
portable
morgue
seldom
do
i
move
down
the
avenues
of
the
living
w/ out
slabs
of
blue
corpses
in
my
heart
____________
along the avenues of broken lamplights 
in this neighborhood
garbage drums are dragged
to the curb before dawn
sharpens yards of leaning fences
& pale stubble of lawns
the headlights of old cars
warming on narrow driveways
the only light cutting the darkness
& the empty pails roll around
unattended all day on pavement
cracked as the tired hands
of those who return to collect
them well after dusk

2 Responses to “Three Poems by Rob Plath”

  1. Oh, the pleasure of compact, concisely-written poetry that makes you think ah, makes you return to the beginning and read again, and makes you want to read more by the author. Thanks to Rusty Truck for bundling Plath’s poems together so I didn’t have to track them down. (I will still look for more, knowing that’s how he rolls.)

  2. He has a new book just out. He is mind blowing oh and concise

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