I imagine your mind, imagining mine,
as we imagine yours.

© Matthew Harlovic

More so,
race is the central
organizing principle in society

© Matthew Harlovic

As horrid as it seems,
society cannot exist without inequality.

©  Matthew Harlovic

Writer’s block is the misplaced brick in one’s conceptual “university”.

© Matthew Harlovic

The only one I hate more than you, is myself

© Matthew Harlovic

I’ve dubbed my wastebasket the wishing well
Well I wish for nothing more than a dime of
creativity to hit me,  ripple across my wrinkles
Knocking some sense in,
sink beneath my pores
So swallow my codswallop wishing well
because this is another petty penny for you.

© Matthew Harlovic

Pretty little Penny felt worthless on the streets
she got a petty penny when working backseat
but maybe this dime piece’s time is spent.
She thought as she got up off the park bench
Smashing a bottle upon the cobblestone
Time was coddled so she hobbled home
She said, “I’m sorry”, in monotone
“I need you two, I can’t hold my own.
I owe you both way more than I have given.
Find it in your heart, can I be forgiven?
Cause living in the streets
has brought out the worst in me
I’ve been forced to do things, I’ve begged on my knees
But if you take me back I can change, if you trust me.”
And so she finished up her plea in a broken mirror
in the back alley of the place that she ran from last year.

© Matthew Harlovic