Wednesday, 20 April 2016

1 Poem by Rob Burton

song 

Grabbed, two hands sweaty
and it grabs 

Pulling the orchestra, was uproar 

the atmosphere in the roof, and 

Authority swept the wax against the thing was
then, that is useless to struggle anymore 

Pulling the orchestra, was uproar 

the atmosphere in the roof, real tension 

was uproar 

at most pulling the strata
real tense and 

raw the orchid star their 

music was up wax against authority 

the roof orchestra 

sphere of struggle and their music grabbed 

with two hands the orchid star
against the wax 

sweeping against
authority strata tensed
right raw
pull over the roof 

orchid’s tar it wept
against authority 


Bionote 

Rob Burton is a poet and editor. His work has appeared in otoliths, ninerrors, ditch, the red ceilings, and horror sleaze and trash. 

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