{"id":4384,"date":"2013-11-10T02:51:38","date_gmt":"2013-11-10T02:51:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4384"},"modified":"2013-11-10T02:51:38","modified_gmt":"2013-11-10T02:51:38","slug":"6-poems-ross-robbins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/11\/10\/6-poems-ross-robbins\/","title":{"rendered":"6 Poems || Ross Robbins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;1<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n\tMy pen was carved from<br \/>\n\tthe mandible of a man-<br \/>\n\teating spider, the femur of<br \/>\n\tAmelia Earhart, or, worst of all<br \/>\n\tjust stupid fucking plastic.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n__________<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe scattered guts of plundered clocks<br \/>\nthis latter-day offal we turn to magic<br \/>\nwoven gears into your hair\u2014let\u2019s\u2014let\u2019s\u2014<br \/>\nlet\u2019s just&#8230;ugh. Cumple.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n__________<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;3<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\ncrouched in the mouth of a beached whale<br \/>\npearly little sea-things cling like hickeys<br \/>\nonly, well, these ones are inside. a hickey<br \/>\nfelt deeper. sand toggles my grim-switch<br \/>\n(in my buttcrack) sticks on hairs like grass<br \/>\nfor a ladybug. six little legs (grains) meet<br \/>\nass-end analogue to fuzz of the pubis, curls<br \/>\nof my pubic patch: akin to helix which<br \/>\ndefines us. self a slew of proteins hung like<br \/>\nunderoos to air-dry on this \u201cladder,\u201d \u201cspiral\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n__________<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;4<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nlisten:<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;my self-obsession is the reason<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the sun rose this morning<br \/>\nit occasions tsunami, the nod<br \/>\nand sway of roses and earthquakes.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n__________<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;5<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n;on sidewalks&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;blacktop<br \/>\nthere\u2019s&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;no&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;softness\u2014<br \/>\n\tin a swept-up shuffle of condom<br \/>\n\twrappers, leaf crumbs, cigarette<br \/>\n\tbutts and bugs and dirt\u2014a halo<br \/>\n\tgrows in violent light until this<br \/>\n\tangelic corruption of the routine<br \/>\n\tchokes off foot traffic\u2014be still, ye<br \/>\n\tracing pounding flow of tromping<br \/>\n\tdead-eyed humanity; regard the<br \/>\n\tholy junky as his nod becomes<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the buddha!<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n_________<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;6<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nthis opalescent day&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;begins:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as redwood shake<br \/>\nembeds the city trees&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the NSA\tgives cotton bedding<br \/>\nto our thoughts and&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;nude pix<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<strong>Ross Robbins <\/strong>is a poet living in Portland, Oregon. His work has appeared in HOUSEFIRE, Sound Literary Magazine, and BlazeVOX. You can visit him at rossrobbinspoetry.tumblr.com, and more of his work is available at inknode.com. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;1 &nbsp; My pen was carved from the mandible of a man- eating spider, the femur of Amelia Earhart, or, worst of all just stupid fucking plastic. &nbsp; __________ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2 &nbsp; The scattered guts of plundered clocks this latter-day offal we turn to magic woven gears into your hair\u2014let\u2019s\u2014let\u2019s\u2014 let\u2019s just&#8230;ugh. 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