Monday, August 27, 2018

L. cohen alive in the machine. by Rob Plath



yr jukebox song
gets sandwiched
between two really
shitty tunes
& yr surrounded
by the dead who
somehow balance
upon the barstools
but you have this
triple shot of whiskey
neat & when yr song
comes thru it lifts
you across hours
of stale music  
& hollow men




Rob Plath is a 48-year-old poet from New York. He has published 20 books so far. . He is most known for his collection A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY (epic rites press). Rob was once a student of Allen Ginsberg for two years.  He lives alone with his cat and stays out of trouble. See more of his work at www.robplath.com 
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