bloody phantom planet

 

ghosts aren’t

invisible

or made of strange

otherworldly

vapors

look around

you

every occupied

house

is

haunted

&

ghosts are

made

of meat

boo,

motherfucker

 

 

 

more exact than a love poem

 

i tore out a portion

of my tortured guts

 

& splicing it together

w/a section

of a noose-in-waiting

 

skipped rope

in the morgue

until cadavers’ laughter

ricocheted w/in

the cold drawers
 

 

 

 

the battle

a small white flag

should be fastened

to every umbilical

 

a bloody banner

for beautiful, peaceful

nothingness

 

yielding again & again

to the ugly, sadistic army

of something

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rob Plath is the author of A Bellyful of Anarchy, There’s A Fist Dunked In Blood Beating In My Chest, Death Is Dead, Hearts For Brains, An Ax For The Frozen Sea & more.

 

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