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.