Arms
and
legs
twisted
in the
turbulent
night
penetrate
& bruise
till the
center
implodes
and
silence.
(c)Rob Goldstein 2018
Tag: random
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
