invitations on the silk sheets of evening
anxious to fold itself into letters of perfumed language
which absorb the night of its juices
leaving an imagination soaking wet

Yes, she was a whistler of pastel importance.

And if I go down in flames, let me go down in a freedom reflecting upon your laws a ferocious flower, staining the moment that you gave birth to hypocrisy!
©

As I marched into the kitchen with a flamboyant step, a cigarette held high in hand, and the glow of the pinnacle ash, a replacement for a beacon illuminating a quietness trailing through the dark air, I sensed a cooling of sweet thunder, a pale congregation quickly lapsed into nervous rapture. A place where one may glide upon the icy sheets of innocent malfunction, onto a sweaty platform, which springs a guest into the ****** air and whose peers gaze excitedly at the spectacle.

I rise again
From rough American ashes of the past
Like a dark brown eagle
With eyes full of his loving blonde girlfriend
I strike slowly
Gathering the momentum of love
Through the satin country of my fantasies
Do I strike with new care?
Or finally slow explosion sparks illuminate the air
Lanterns of disgust
I whisper darts into them
And swing from wild branches into the cities
I pass by with ruby eyes
And smile at soon to be saturated citizens
The crowds sparkle because they’re in love with
Something before I got there
I’m lighting matches everywhere
Trying to start bonfires of awareness
And fierce love inspiration
While pointing out the most tender stars
Our country alive with tiger eyes
And swift yet sometimes slow
Gorgeous human behavior

That night Sara argued with her mother and exploded stars she refused to settle into conformity and instead personified a bonfire of rebellion.

© Matthew Goff

Sunshine trance
Waits for boys in a sorority dance

The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Green
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen

Streets are wet with tears
Lipstick guiding sister smiles
And she combs sadness
--
She cried blasts toward him
Held her face kissed her beyond the clouds
Their own explosion

© Matthew Goff

She ran with me toward the evening contained in one sapphire arena. Coliseum of death’s clamor! Instrument of dark war-cry mechanics…

Sudden panic among the gods allows certain neutral angels to fly over the spectators, landing on moisture-thoughts while clenching blue pistols.

“they’re only water-guns but what a flood we could have!” said one angel to another. They’ve been temporarily employed to keep close watch over the public’s fate.

Satin explosion
Girlfriend feel the fireworks
Hug like dynamite

Her jaguars leap there
Tangled hair from the sharp winds
Cut trainers argue

What is there to know?
America
As well as other lands
Other than the strength of an eagle
To endure
And celebrate in flight
All the world’s obstacles radiant in our eyes

To adopt ourselves
Those rough carvings through the air
But take for our integrity
The grace in the leopard’s stride

While all the while
Sink our velvet fangs
Into the feast of happiness

Nothing short of emphasizing jewels and love!
Every day the parade of all things wonderful

While on a beach, when she kissed me with the urgency of a sensitive poison, I could not help but scatter across the shore-lengths, the households of my heart, allowing room only for the remedy, I looked beyond her and forgot to make room for her smile, that went unnoticed fading as a shadow on my face.

There are certain flowers
Pretty exquisite by your house
In your garden
Moonlight flowers
Lift their dancing slippers
Up from the soil
And like satin brushes
In these dazzled hours
Slowly paint your name in silver
Across tonight’s
Black and star-studded blouse

The evening explodes inside their arms
Paul and Sara met dynamite smiling
Fending off parent’s wishes
With soft smile wave kisses

© Matthew Goff

A hunger for each other in the sweet winds
often blows a feather-blade against the skin
While glances shine off our bodies like
soft whips in the heart of sin

I love your licentious mouth
in waves of honesty spilling diamonds
An open language without shame
While embarrassing truths bleed out the games:

False arena in which we prey
upon another’s confusion, confusing the sane and
insane jewel of our wonder?

Here we sit together in a park
Of splendid rumors
A dawn of turbulence bathed in
The glamorous shine of scandal
Yes indeed we have heard stories
Apart from each other we consider
A silent jewel to be an
Accomplice to the nature of
Ambiguity

You must think I disassemble my personality
To ****** a blue foam
A trickle fire erupting its
Blossom water on the edge
Of my nose
We have argued to speak no longer
Of a cuddling electric sea friend
Unless we are under the fragile net
Of sleep draped with angelic murmur
Watching in ***** position I
Helped the sun turn our
Arrangement into attractive dust
Dust however will be left

Not to chase across infested
Roads
Yet counting how many particles
Explode the roofs off an
Unappreciative town
One by one and with all that
Is familiar with the multitude
Of destructive glory
Fashioning a farewell sigh and
Letting our hands tremble
Ten stories above our rhyme
We cursed the wind leaving
A mystery drowning

I need to turn these days
into attractive dust
moments left abandoning
a selfish recreation
of secrets employing
their own role in
a landscape of desperate longing

like an angel whose inconsistent stability
will disappoint the
courts of categorical righteousness
tossing into the wind of verdicts
a rebel leaf that will
someday find its way
into the bedrooms of anxious jurors
showing once and for all
the impermanence of contentment

Paul sat next to Sara on a school trip. He was slowly falling in love with her like a soft explosion waterfall. There was something about watching her put on makeup, that made him think of a Pre-Raphaelite painting and the Psychedelic Furs. Each eyelash was a future kiss. Her quiet beauty and silent rebellion.

© Matthew Goff

Evening princess,
I think of you while swinging from clouds
And holding your favorite flowers
Evening princess,
Your ruby realizations
Tell a story of reckless love
Evening princess,
Take your pretty bow to the stars
Evening princess,
You smash the glass of convention

© Matthew Goff

A certain romantic light plays with my senses the way liquid streets uproot steps random in their dances!
I love it when we smile in lamp-light seconds!
I can always desire you in temporary trances.
A poet at work is like when love strikes with lances!
You calm me in your green meadow romances.
I ask of you, introduce me to the fire of your glances.
At times I need to sleep with the integrity of historical stances.
I will remain myself however lonely in miles or milliseconds. To make a lover out of life is to ask the moon for a dance.
Whether or not she refuses I will continue to love our chances.

Slow motion silence
And wind is full of moments
And eyes are quiet

O pure Sagittarius in light-blue dressed
Your outfit hugs kindly those delicate *******:
water-flowers the moon sprinkled down on your chest
On a sky-pillow your neck how gently it rests

Cloud of porcelain-white asleep in your perfume
The life you breathe into it a slumberous tune
Disrupts a cluster of stars happily may they resume
a ring of memories alive and with us soon

Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies

© Matthew Goff

Evening princess,
Your feet are covered in sand and wishes
Songs to make the adventure sweet
Evening princess,
Looking at people with flowers in her mouth
Sandcastle symphony of stars

© Matthew Goff

Paul sat next to Sara on a school trip. He was slowly falling in love with her like a soft explosion waterfall. There was something about watching her put on makeup, that made him think of a Pre-Raphaelite painting and the Psychedelic Furs. Each eyelash was a future kiss. Her quiet beauty and silent rebellion.

© Matthew Goff

A certain romantic light plays with my senses the way liquid streets uproot steps random in their dances!
I love it when we smile in lamp-light seconds!
I can always desire you in temporary trances.
A poet at work is like when love strikes with lances!
You calm me in your green meadow romances.
I ask of you, introduce me to the fire of your glances.
At times I need to sleep with the integrity of historical stances.
I will remain myself however lonely in miles or milliseconds. To make a lover out of life is to ask the moon for a dance.
Whether or not she refuses I will continue to love our chances.

The altar in my church rests invisibly beside her lips and I begin all my prayers inside her mouth. This is where I worship the divine. And this is where I feel most at home. While kissing, I can feel saliva waves splash our senses. And everything takes on the quality of water.

PAUL: crowds walking the street. Parade of rudeness.
ERIC: you’re right. As if manners had thorns.
PAUL: a society unkind.
ERIC: are we gonna swing from clouds?!
PAUL: yes. Over the lakes too!

© Matthew Goff

There are certain flowers
Pretty exquisite by your house
In your garden
Moonlight flowers
Lift their dancing slippers
Up from the soil
And like satin brushes
In these dazzled hours
Slowly paint your name in silver
Across tonight’s
Black and star-studded blouse

I am part of a secret race of bedfellows who, while draped in the rose linen of sleep, lash out at the dawn, a suffering enterprise, with a multitude of blinks, signaling revenge to the moon, my ally, which in the sized light of the sun, we can no longer see, yet, waiting until it sneaks up on the horizon, like an uninvited guest, our dreams will conspire in unison, like an army of winged blades, decapitating it in its own shine, leaving its bleeding fluid to sweat upon a flower, we will let it put butterflies to sleep!

Call her by the name of greek goddesses
She once painted the letters:
APHRODITE
Across her toenails
What about the last toe?, I asked
Someone responded
“she would polish it so she could mirror
the smile of the owl”
what a group I thought as I combed my
hair back with their satin words

I love just wasting away here
In the split gold jewel explosions of poverty

© Matthew Goff

Towards love my thoughts run high
But with regards to women
in seeking their embraces
through pursuit never I
No, my desires speed through the trees like cats
With one girl in mind
I stalk the idea
with feline and fierce appetite

While on a beach, when she kissed me with the urgency of a sensitive poison, I could not help but scatter across the shore-lengths, the households of my heart, allowing room only for the remedy, I looked beyond her and forgot to make room for her smile, that went unnoticed fading as a shadow on my face.

The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Green
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen

A familiar calm kissing moves like small blue-ocean waves missing her soothes not me nor my precious company

What is there to know?
America
As well as other lands
Other than the strength of an eagle
To endure
And celebrate in flight
All the world’s obstacles radiant in our eyes

To adopt ourselves
Those rough carvings through the air
But take for our integrity
The grace in the leopard’s stride

While all the while
Sink our velvet fangs
Into the feast of happiness

Nothing short of emphasizing jewels and love!
Every day the parade of all things wonderful

Secret worship in the eyelashes
Empty mirrors those eyes?
Or are they full of beauty and personal religion?
A heart that beats fast religion for the visual
Slow explosion
Glamour rain
Falls with the radiance of jewels
Upon the eyes
The satin of sparks
And I worship with **** breathing
A soft devotion like this can distance the heart
But one’s beauty is one’s happiness and excitement
An excitement competing with the world
A world where few things dazzle us
And inspire us to push our appetites into
The velvet arms of dawn
Or maybe that’s just the opinion of our
Worshipper of wet skies

There are certain flowers
Pretty exquisite by your house
In your garden
Moonlight flowers
Lift their dancing slippers
Up from the soil
And like satin brushes
In these dazzled hours
Slowly paint your name in silver
Across tonight’s
Black and star-studded blouse

Her soft neck philosophy
Teaching a class of wonders
Raise your hand in the moonlight
Throwing intelligence around the room
Catching kisses in the water

A certain romantic light plays with my senses the way liquid streets uproot steps random in their dances!
I love it when we smile in lamp-light seconds!
I can always desire you in temporary trances.
A poet at work is like when love strikes with lances!
You calm me in your green meadow romances.
I ask of you, introduce me to the fire of your glances.
At times I need to sleep with the integrity of historical stances.
I will remain myself however lonely in miles or milliseconds. To make a lover out of life is to ask the moon for a dance.
Whether or not she refuses I will continue to love our chances.

Two half-naked bodies whirling about in the streets. Our thoughts pillowed against soft winds that blow a friendly touch under our skin. To explore love with a stranger is not a sin save for those intentional grins. A shoulder of yours exposed in this light flashed against my eyes. Already a tender friendship with your body. Watching your eyes watch me watching us with calm degrees intending such. Your awkward smile is beautiful because it is sincere. A nervous breeze encircles our waist and words disguise a melody unchaste. To make a love out of meeting you is the same love preceding you each time an effort is made in completing two.

Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time

What is there to know?
America
As well as other lands
Other than the strength of an eagle
To endure
And celebrate in flight
All the world’s obstacles radiant in our eyes

To adopt ourselves
Those rough carvings through the air
But take for our integrity
The grace in the leopard’s stride

While all the while
Sink our velvet fangs
Into the feast of happiness

Nothing short of emphasizing jewels and love!
Every day the parade of all things wonderful

Listening to an enterprise of winds
Lacerate into the solemn will
Of a helpless town
Constructs a beggar from loose granite
Found in rain spots
Or an apology in my dreams

Leaving in its place
A dark vegetation that has softened
With the speed of hurricanes
And a mask left wet
Waiting for permanence
Took on a frozen grin
From the wicked plan of a boy
That now stands as king

He walked down the road
Thinking of her
And closed his eyes with sweet song

© Matthew Goff

When my friends talk of contentment, many of times I have dreamed of a house where pink angels lay down to rest from an evening they swore would never let them rest again, until every moment was covered in a glaze of unspeakable spice. A treasured necklace discovered around a wax doorknob, choking a mysterious day, when most people resort to lashing into an unforgettable sleep.

© Matthew Goff

Towards love my thoughts run high
But with regards to women
in seeking their embraces
through pursuit never I
No, my desires speed through the trees like cats
With one girl in mind
I stalk the idea
with feline and fierce appetite

Curtain rips glass breaks
The queen is not invited
There are regal shards