Short Plexiglass Poems

he sits so smug 
       and condescending there

in his ergonomic, black
       leather chair

behind a slab of tinted
       plexiglass

on stainless-steel, to him
       a touch of class....

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Dog food? What crime did I commit towards the Gods that as Tantalus I must exist inside this 
cage and be gawked at by my would be food.”Here kitty kitty” the plump morsel mocks. Do I 
look like a dog?


By Robb A. Kopp...

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The red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet-jasper,
Are only strange marionette kings
That the population themselves
Have created....

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She shivers about, tense
at the inhospitable world 
blinds and plexiglass seal frightened creatures from. 
Rocking
from root to root — 
in front, in back, in 
the sun’s silhouette, the wind fancies her social anxious, as if 
her and I were not sustained by the same substance, as if 
our roads will not diverge. When I 
learn her shiver, she softens, then jerks 
her bough closer 
with the reluctant certitude of soul
wanting to imagine glass as air.
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We need better plastics,
To hell with the bakelite saints 
That stand silent inside,
The great wheels,
 of the grand vehicle. 
Forever sleeping behind visqueen, 
Covered plexiglass,
 hiding themselves 
From the eyes of prophets,
And cruel November.

We need better plastics,
The Christ that guards 
The scorpion forever persevered
In lucite;has become, 
frail from the sunlight
And cracks, with each 
Touch,slowly deteriorating 
With each passing December....

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