In the Turbulent Night

Arms
and
legs

twisted
in
the
turbulent
night

penetrate
& bruise

till the
center
implodes

and
silence.

(c)Rob Goldstein 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Snap!

Awash

in a sea

of

absolute

red

God aims a kiss

and fires!

Snap!

…and

a chorus of

angels

goes

Ooh…

Robert Goldstein (c) 2016-2018
Revised December 2018

 

 

Ghost

I pull the pigtails
of the pale
little girl

whose skirt
is a raggedy shroud.

She is skinny
innocence
and says
in a past life
she carried
a cross.

She says, “Every time I shoplift, an angel sheds a tear”


Rob Goldstein 2015-2018