i never had a one-night stand
and i probably never will
because i tend to
get ****** over by guilt.

© Matthew Harlovic

I hope the flowers arrived on time.
I was never much of a “punctual type.”
Though I function, alright especially on the mic
when the speakers bumping something awfully tight.
Got me jumping in my sneakers reaching greater heights
to locate the light bright enough to melt glacial ice.
But twice I’ve been in the inferno wishing to return home
like clicking my heels will take me outta this turmoil.
I learned the most loyal friends are embroiled to the very end—
despite how the road bends. But it takes work on both ends
to make amends when things are blown out of proportion.
I should’ve known endorphins would’ve played my *****
with the sweetest melodies that I should’ve recorded,
but I didn’t have the courage.

© Matthew Harlovic

It’s raining on the South side and I’m outside
watching the flowers with a mouth wide open.
I was soaking up the rays just a few days ago
Now I’m asking myself where’d the sun go?

You stood on the corner in a yellow raincoat.
Weathering the storm and chasing rainbows.
Reclaim those colors, they suit you well.
Be true to yourself like Lulu Belle.

© Matthew Harlovic

i lost my identity
to a friend of me
but it's alright,
we all got our tendencies.
maybe it was not meant to be
but you meant to me
a lot more than the time
you spent on your knees.
not to whine but i can't
get you out of my mind.
think i'm out my right mind
thinking bout what's left
i thought it was high time
to get things off my chest.

© Matthew Harlovic

My music is like Velcro:
hooks and loops fastened together.

© Matthew Harlovic