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matt r Jan 16
she shone like an astigmatism
through the trees. i drove on and
watched her arms like radiance
grab each corner of the sky and
hang it on moonhooks. i savoured
her like a mug of peppermint tea.

when the first watercolours spilt;
yellows kissing oranges bleeding reds,
i held her gaze above my head. she
began to melt the daytime and i felt
her wash down my shoulders. i tasted
her then. i saw her clearer than ever.
matt r Jan 7
i died the night i saw your shirt.
i cried and tried in a river like
needles to dig you out of my
shoulder but it ached.
you ached like a gift.

so sew the rain into my veins.
embroider me with longing.
i don't have to be a scientist
or poet to know that
i'm not good looking.
rewrites on rewrites on rewrites.
matt r Jan 5
clicks like an ice cube clattering
off her teeth. my love, she talks
like a cipher spins. still, ringless
and moonless she hangs there
like an invitation; some bootless
rocketship i fancy myself to be.
matt r Dec 2024
end with music like a winestain
wrap a shoulder in reflux dig ur
talkn from ur throat its no good

its question time for the dreamers
is there really such thing as cheez
or is it just some joke im not in on

untuc ur shirt like u walk a churchgoer
whip nocturns back like a duvet o pluto
u infest stronomic beds like bredcrums
exploring nonsense. not that u don't know that.
matt r Dec 2024
punched in my fat wine gut & lethargy
spills like a capri-sun punctured. each
step errs like a slurred word and each
stumble's a fumble for the right curse.

oh! despair is a soft orange glow cast
-ing shadows on my throat and i think
i might just ride the sunflares to dusk.
remember me when you see a red sky.
not the usual whimsy i must admit.
matt r Dec 2024
the moon bobbed like a lure
rain and other drugs ran off
his coat the whaleskin creak   (s)

like a fishing rod missing the
hook it casted on some z-axis
it gifted a girl the fate of laika

took a vacuum to the beach
we call andromeda the dust
leaked oh aries has a mother
matt r Dec 2024
shrug the armistice from your
shoulders you little teapot you
brew peppermint rain in vain

in doors we dance like monets
girls i saw you tiptoe into glass
like a still pool of stomach acid

we talk of throwing music out
the window would it be littrin
to play o-love-me-love-me-not?
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