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Monday, February 11, 2019

Rob Quill Two Poems

Rob Quill is a new writer. 



Peelings

 
I strip
away my
life
in awkward
peelings.
 
Beneath,
a clown.
Macbeth.  Whoever.
 
Don’t eat the
chips.  They are full
of worse poisons
than lead.
 
But they
go nicely
in a word salad.


 
Star Horizons
 
I’m a space
traveling mama
who’s really
a man.
 
I go from one
planet, your inner
self, to the next,
your enemy’s garden.
 
I’m everywhere,
nowhere, collecting
evidence to hold the
rest of the universe
 
in celestial contempt.

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