it’s so much nicer / immutable / technique / my former lives

Rob Plath an amazing poet with such a distinctive voice , I love him

Boned

by Rob Plath

Art by Rob Plath

it’s so much nicer

it’s so much
nicer hanging
out w/ the dead
than the living
tongueless jaws
are better
vacant rib cages
are better
empty skulls
are better
horizontal frames
beneath layers
are better

immutable

the skull laughs
when you try
to stifle it
its jaws happily
chattering
b/c it has no
tongue
to cut out

technique

i keep skinning
myself daily
& when that fucker
death knocks
it’ll just be sickle
meeting goddam bone
the final poem

my former lives

i’ve never believed
in past lives
but thinking today
i’ve come to the conclusion
that i probably lived many
& i’m only in touch
w/ all those bones
of my former lives
a long line of skeletons
murmuring in my cells

Rob Plath is a 48-year-old poet from New York. He has published 21 books so far. . He is most…

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Thanksgiving by Scott Wannberg

A poem by the brilliant and missed Scott Wannberg

Rusty Truck

 Thanksgiving

I give thanks to your eyes
and how they see through artifice and lies.

I give thanks to your heart, how it pumps
vital information that will save us both in the end.

I give thanks to your voice, go ahead, sing one
so everyone can feel the necessity to dance.

I give thanks to your brain, how it finagles
and sorts the incoming news.

I give thanks to your legs for they take you
places not yet apprehended or appreciated.

I give thanks to your energy
for it has allowed you to overcome your pain.

I give thanks to how the light lands on you.

I give thanks to our ability to dream.

I dreamed that I said thank you,
and you heard me.

Come, join the attempted soiree.

The dancing light is on.

Scott Wannberg
11/26/05

Listening to Steve Goodman

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Issa Lopez -Tigers are not Afraid of the Dark

Issa Lopez delivers a film , now streaming on Shudder that will in parts crawl inside or just be absorbed , a young cast who are accomplished , honest and natural Estrella played by Paola Lara makes you feel each strand of loss and abandon , and El Shine she meets who is so succinctly played by Juan Ramon Lopez each and every cast member gives something , so much so that there time on film is not wasted.

When it comes to production I don’t think you could ask for more, Juan Jose Saravia handles the cinematography in a way that like in a documentary you live it fully, underpinned by Vince Popes score that steers , aligns but but never overwhelm.

This truly is 10/10 film and I look forward to what Issa does next

Fields Ploughed

I look at my penis

skin collar

lychee tip

then piss

a long straw stream

you are not a memory

you are a gift

finger folds

and soften furze

we know we belong

but until when

the scythe decides

Chris Lawrence

Whistle Me Away

when apes discover genocide

I wonder how long I will linger

on the verdant green and blue

insulated by my own sickness

that brackish bile

of human contempt

apes will sing not our mythology

but one of burnt forests

and dried out lakes

human carcasses so vile

carrion crows refuse

to dine without the thought

of consequence

and I will lie down

human leaf litter

becoming fertiliser of the new

season a generation

or era where the truth of nature

will win

Chris Lawrence

Mystery Apex

Concussed by mornings

sharpened light

grasping cotton silence

each breath was tentative

alone

without the other

that shadow fragment

of a once upon a night

recalling synaptic responses

she knew

he had departed

but to who

or where

tears where of no consequence

why shed them

fuck memories

and fuck those

who fucked them

Mercury Drops

paper cuts once

more painful

than the striating

marks on the heart

each ventricle incised

life a blood force

poured as if from

an unblessed chalice

closing eyes

cannot make you hide

slow each breath

coax intuition

to help

it is going

yield and go

fear of life

the greater threat

even with her

whisper kisses

Matopulas (2019) Murder…Power…Deceit

From the city of Liverpool in England , comes a an epic tale from Peter Sinseeya and his studio , featuring a stellar cast that I am proud to be a small part of .

I look at the trailer again and marvel at the depth and scope of the story , a Liverpool fable or dream with deep undercurrents anyway watch the trailer follow Matopulas on all social media and give Peter a follow he will appreciate

Lean Against The Letting Go

Lean against the letting go by Christopher Lawrence

like pressed garlic
creamy crushed
husk blown away,
i held her
forgetting the argument,
forgiveness and
playing with that
blonde hair
thinking of tomorrow

A poem that got put published in Rusty Truck 25 March 2012 in memory of Richard Brautigans birthday 30th January 1935

Phimosis Postibi

conduit shrugs

from sleepy wither

morning scrapes

itself off the night

with bruised studded clouds

I will shower

soaps lather run

looming down

at the hoodless one

shaped contour of

male tissue erectile

veined with coming age

desensitized to cotton touch

hidden behind

clasp of gideon sundbuck

soft towel rub

once retreated

so nobody will know

it’s a shame

that this dome

quite architectural

with narrow eye

can shine and shimmer

in fluid moments

of interaction

but for now

the day pale clad

has begun

me as of today