Rob Plath

shallow cowards

i detest
safe writers

their pretty words
stinking up my nostrils

shallow cowards
saving face
in their sentences

i wish i could
punch a 1/2 pack
of cigarettes out
on their brow

yeah you know
who you are

one day
you won’t have
a face
to rescue

so write like
a skull,
motherfucker
________________________________

stretch yr mask & smile

the world is a constant
costume ball

w/skulls wearing
human skin as masks

dancing
laughing
sipping martinis
masquerading mortality

the earth–
the mardi gras
of the void