matt r: Favorites

you told me you could never be a poet
but
my eyes are like cats eye marbles
and
im a reminder of flower fields
at night
fireflies dancing between
strands of grass
and
dandelions
you used to write me poetry
with verses of
"i love you"
and
"see you tomorrow"
but
you told me you could never be a poet

Jul 22 matt r

tic tac toe clouds in the day, twister in the dark

Jul 22 matt r

dude

tic tac toe clouds in the day, twister in the dark

smoking like a fired arm
slave to smooth long legged charm
half of the bottle's already gone
a few more sips wouldn't harm

Jul 22 matt r

im ugly

Jul 22 matt r

dude

im ugly

no
i dont know you
but we've gone
scar for scar

your words
unhid a future
my light, my love
furious burning star

so bright so warm
so far away
so far i only have these
words to say
but no words can describe
the yearned embrace
toe to toe, hip to hip,
face to face

fever dream fantasies,

take the cells of my brain
lay them down
broken-in dancefloor
i let your
words
rip, tap, spin, clap
when i close my eyes
and sit back

you fan the flames
you fill my heart with fervor

yesterdays feel like summer
today i need you close to keep warm
unfulfilled emotions return
to tease, and torment, and swarm

your brown eyes glow like the full moon
awakens the beast in me
i cant put out these flames
i cant think, i cant stop, i cant sleep
ill follow your scent
intoxicated, so sweet
an instinctual reflex
imprinted far deep

Jul 22 matt r

of how nothing happens

Jul 22 matt r

vik

of how nothing happens

i like my eyes when they are with your
mouth, chewing. it is so quite
everyday a thing and yet
(i swear
god forgets himself
watching you eat toast)

you bite and there is
crumbs and your lip
licks the corner of itself and i
am
absolutely unmade.

i like your fingers
(left hand holding
nothing at all)
i like the way they twitch between bites
like maybe you're about to gesture or pray
or remember a thing
you'll never say.

i like your noise
soft-throat clear
the way silence curls around your chewing
like it wants to taste too.

and (suddenly) i am
all nerves and
nerves more.

you drink from the chipped mug
the one we don’t throw out
and i am the coffee and the
handle and
whatever it is that
makes mornings want to be touched.

and possibly i like the thrill
of how nothing happens,

and yet you look up
and i am completely kissed.

inspired by *******'s "i like my body when it is with your"

#love #mundane #innocence

Jul 22 matt r

i will be

Jul 22 matt r

vik

i will be

i will dissolve
                    into every window i’ve never looked through
into the faces i passed and never asked their names
i will wear their voices
                                           like wet fabric
and let their lives
               press salt into my skin

i will walk
               barefoot into the golden streetlight
where shadows kneel quietly
                                       beside electric trees
i will open my ribs
                                and let the evening pour in

i will not be me
                              not only
i will bloom
               inside the laughter of someone i’ll never meet
                                                           who once kissed someone i never will
and still
                     i will mean it

i will sit beside oceans
                                     as her
as him
as the child still learning how to cry
and in each breath
                                 i will carry
the hunger
             to feel it all

i will speak
                in unfamiliar tongues
to moons that do not rise for me
                                        and still say
yes

i will press my fingers
              into the dusk
                      until it softens
and teaches me
                                    how to vanish gently

i will love
               like a stranger
like a thousand strangers
                                             each with different hands
and hearts that end
                                  too soon

i will rise
               carrying cities
and regrets
               and a boy who once drew birds in the dirt
i will rise
                       and walk into the last light
wearing every name but my own

and just before the clock splits
                       i will
                                              finally
                                              be.

🕰️

#discovery #sonder #experience #time #lifetime

Jul 22 matt r

still

Jul 22 matt r

vik

still

she lieth clay, huff fled, withdrawn;
sun sleeps unturned, no lilt, no dawn.

the child stands silent, priests deceive,
she lingers not, the Lord won’t breathe.

they spake of light, of rule, of psalm,
yet death embraced what once was warm.

he looked and found the flesh laid bare;
at last he grasped, God was not there.

#atheism #disbelief #religion #loss

Jul 22 matt r

Camelot (a fractured nursery rhyme)

Jul 22 matt r

guy scutellaro

Camelot (a fractured nursery rhyme)

cracked asphalt of the modern realm

and court jester Gus pushes a shopping cart
he borrowed from the A&P to collect

bottles and cans
for a pence, perhaps a schilling.

the alley cat he cared for was named Maggie
and Gus slept with Maggie
in a kind person's village cellar.

it was rumored that Sir Tommy R.
shot a flaming arrow
into Gus's wooden leg.

young knaves
called Gus a *** knowing he'd chase them,
wooden leg and all,
and he was swift.

some threw insults, some threw eggs.
the village was a ballroom
fit for lords
in search of a court jester.

Gus the ***. I saw him

i saw him limping through the rain.
my heart was thin.
I threw him apathy, feigned sadness.

his heart still glows in my sorrows garden.

nobile misfit. all Gus sought was a smile, bread,
and a kind word.

Jul 22 matt r

....midnight in a rain soaked alley

Jul 22 matt r

guy scutellaro

....midnight in a rain soaked alley

the rain won't lift.

it moans a low,
lonesome sound,
gives no mercy.

a window opens.

"i'm a little lost lamb," she tells me.

and I look up and she smiles at me,
she always smiles,. "Maggie," I sigh.

"what are you doing out on a night like this?" she asks.

"i long to dream in black and white
of deserted city streets
to waltz down at night in a cold rain."

it's summer and Maggie's
hanging out the window,
streetlight in her eyes,
her long ***** blonde hair
getting wet from the rain
hangs down around her face.

the dreamer of all the good dreams.
i have to tell her, "Maggie, you're
so beautiful."

"come up. I'll tell your future."

I shrug my shoulders, "I know the future. you die."

"not with me." she laughs softly
like a summer breeze
and her smoky voice whispers,
"your getting soaked, come up
the fire escape."

"so you're the lost lamb," i laugh,
"then what am i? the beckoning scarlet knight,
the golden moth drawn to your fire?"

"there's no music, Jack, but you know
the song too well."

"who chooses who we are,
what we become?

"no pity for us lost lambs."

whether lost or found,
the way a bird knows the sky.
i always know that where ever
I drift
or whoever I might become

I'd can always
find my way back to Maggie's window.