I Mean, Like...

There wasn’t no use for simile
            'cause there wasn’t any like
Like the dead aren't like the living
            the living aren’t like the stones

Like the soul isn't like the body
            the body's not like it was
Like the words aren't like the silence
            the silence not like the sound
Of wind or sobs or heartbeat
            and no two hearts beat the same

It's all apart and lonesome
            all the stars in all the skies
all the blazes in all the voids
            unlike every moment, unlike every like

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Robert F. Gross is currently living in Rochester, NY, where he is doing volunteer work for the Visual Studies Workshop, reading, and writing. He's a bit of a loner. Some of his favorite authors include: Dostoevski, Witkiewicz, Gombrowicz, William Blake, and Richard Foreman. He's had poems appear recently in NonBinary Review, Thirteen Mynah Birds, and After the Pause.