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Apr 11 C

apricot

Apr 11 C

matt r

apricot

we love,
in spans of poetry
,the looseness of day
& settle intoer
counterpart
with open fingered
grace

wake!ng brilliant light
-not real yet-  but
no time away
from your flexing
chimera.               wake
,you,   new medusa
,aching & shallow

but love,
in spans of poetry
,the aching of day

Apr 11 C

candescence

Apr 11 C

matt r

candescence

soundless scape
(take me to Her)
travel,traipse
cross starful terror
candescently sing
(one last goodbye)
She'll be thinking
Him, not Her&I

Apr 11 C

superposition

Apr 11 C

matt r

superposition

i do not like this
superposition.
the being here.
there. the every
whereness of
what you do to me.

another ******* i****gram poem

Jan 27 C

melittology

Jan 27 C

matt r

melittology

a low hum like a mouthful
of bees. my love, she sings
like static dives. still, wing
-less and stingless i grab
my net. this apiary is no
home for honey nor sleep.

Jan 27 C

trilogie française

Jan 27 C

matt r

trilogie française

the french call the ****** 'the
little death' but what about the
sunset over the foxgloves? alm

ost diluted isnt it i suppose the
constant cycling of day to night
today is the day im gonna shed

some atoms to her i dont mind
dying a little bit per day if it me
ans more ******* and sunsets

Jan 7 C

...luck is a tide

Jan 7 C

matt r

...luck is a tide

last night i wrote 'luck is the duck'.
i think i was wrong though;
see, luck is the tide. it folds up the socks
of the beach and blesses it with a kiss.

we, the duck, ebb and flow on
the waves; eyes glazed and dazed
from kismet riptides. you can't sail
luck, but you can sure as hell surf it.

i'll see ya on the beach.