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matt r Feb 16
this is every sunday; the moment
before a meal where oregano, in all
its romantic wisdom, rises like
a secret to my lips and tells me
not yet to ask for tomorrow,
but to sleep in the crook of its neck.
matt r Feb 14
you can barely hear
the train from here.
instead, synthesisers whir
some droid song
to fill the silence
creeping in between us.
matt r Feb 14
did you see the magpies
resting on the signpost?
they talk about twin cities
chatting through cupphones;
a high-wire walk with love
heart knots to kiss our heels.
happy valentines j x
matt r Jan 28
some days hang from a crack in my wall;
a wonky concept of 'clockwise' befalls
my feet as i trawl from one to five
everything feels right until you go left:
i feel more alive post daylight theft

so press me to the concrete 'til i feel thin
spots in time where tomorrow begins
to trim epiphanies from a beehive:
you're honey in the stamen; taste unmade,
just cure to thrive in time, decayed
matt r Jan 28
ive lost what made me special
the constant natter natter natt
the constant feeling that what

i have to say is somehow impo
(r)tent ive lost the annual flore
scence its all for show now its

all for you dont you see! to be
loved is to be changed i think ill
die now i flower in the daylight
matt r Jan 28
if i could brush the minutes
under the rug ohh trust me i
would build you a mountain

or a hill or a knoll or some
hole for a mole it depends
on when youre here come

i can feel red sky in my eyes
darling theyll only set to the
lullaby we sang then. bloom
matt r Jan 28
i can taste it like sand swilled
around my pillar teeth it hides
juuust behind my tongue u c?

do u c? look into my mouth
and ******* 7am breath c
the fact im no warmer than

a hot spring or kettle
im barely a man ach
ing like the fault line
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