We are all afraid about something,
not of something. For the reason
that there is no fear in abstraction,
it is always in relation to something.

© Matthew Harlovic

Neither man nor machine,
these beings; being pipe dreams
were conceived by the silver screen.
Unseen by the naked eye,
they have taken you and I
by surprise like a tractor beam.
Neither the factor of genes nor factories
nor anthropological capacity.
These beings, being faculties of thought,
predetermine the preface of the plot.

© Matthew Harlovic

She was a walking paradox
in a pair of Doc’s.

© Matthew Harlovic

She loves him,
or at least, a part of him.
She does what she does,
she loves on a whim.

© Matthew Harlovic

As long as you
still have the will
to love again,
you will. I promise
you that my friend.

© Matthew Harlovic

I’m a cry wolf
wrapped in steel wool.
I fell head over heels
for a part of the whole.  

© Matthew Harlovic

Distance didn’t make
my heart grow fonder,
it just gave me a reason
to wander.

© Matthew Harlovic