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12h · 6
godlost
matt r 12h
water,sputtering pathetics
like     a godlost priest

the cool stone floor
feel,on my floridmost cheek
matt r 2d
years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.
ode to 'the two-head calf' by laura gilpin.
matt r 3d
listen,                 ###
listen     to the slow
    g  ro   w i  n g
cacophony,the whip
-pppping crescendo
& come alive in it.
roll up(so tidally)
&rave like the brea
-king waves. break
your spine on the
rockiness & learn
to swim once more,
learn to ebb& learn
to flow, to warp as
she does &    hold
fast    as she has.

i do not mind the
wind,  it is making
waves & i will float.
i do not mind, carry
tunes of hummmmm
-ing birds to live for,
hummingbirds to sea.
4d · 26
grey,white
matt r 4d
I find Myself
  in Him, in the
    way I say
   "I like this."
I find Myself
         becoming
like the lapping
yearsome waves.

He is someone
    it's worth being,
My always there,
  My mate.    
                   & I
listen to His music
  & tap the way He
    always has.

it is something
     to find some
white on me; the
   firstly sign
of aging.       it is
something else
    to be Him,My
old man is here.
Jun 24 · 39
utopia
matt r Jun 24
where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

this toothache way
   I find Myself in.

see,I want the some
-things
       (I want all the
  little somethings)
but nothing & nothing
   is what I,ve found.

is relief grown
in riverbeds,where   is
  content & her litter
of reminders that,'every
thing    will be   okay?

one of My
       little somethings
,to Me,       shows I am
okay, on board&sailing
           for utopia.
matt r Jun 13
i finally saw two magpies
for the first time
                   since february
(they were resting on
                         a signpost
then, it was valentine's day)

i wrote 'happy valentine's j x'
     & imagined you florid
(it was calflove&sweet
       & it only grew stronger)

letters, dried flowers, poems
          i wrote for You
(We were kizmit,to be,
           i always wanted You)

i gave You everything i had
   ,all but kissing sense,
(i wish i did, your lips
    were all love ever meant)

i finally saw two magpies
  You have a love, i don't,
but i have finally seen joy
        & You will see me float
Jun 13 · 97
radio heart
matt r Jun 13
yesterday My pin fell off,
        'radio heart'
it said,so yellow&bubbly.

I said it was a sign, I said
  My universe
is spinning me out&out into

a waltz & I cannot keep up.
     the music,
it's all a little too loud

& You move a little too fast,
             My dear.
You move a little too swift

& collapse into a twirling
     eidolon, falling
right through My fingers.
more on amor fati, kinda. the other side of the coin.
Jun 12 · 78
amor fati
matt r Jun 12
this love of fate is true

You, My chimera, were
          so woven into
      this rippling fabric
I wore as a man
  in love

& fate, She is more
than haute couture; She
   is a pair of jeans worn
,torn & patched up well.
         She is timeless in

living&walking, knowing
   I gave it all       to You.
My kizmit,   You gave Me
new    heartache, which
       I will plant, & reap

                            amor fati.
i've written a lot about love and fate. to me, they are two of life's surest things. they are everywhere & they are sweet. growth, another sure thing, is hard, but it's through growth that i have learned that i love You.

amor fati is a double-edged sword, though, so let love, fate & growth teach me that, although i love You, You are not mine to love. & that is okay.
Jun 11 · 192
We were outside,You
matt r Jun 11
closed your eyes & I imagined
how You felt;  the itch of the sun,
the thirsty breeze & My sating gaze

You looked so beautiful  ,  then  ,
quenched by    love & wanting,
flowered&budding a new meaning
of what it is to just Be,so perfectly
Jun 10 · 70
dieselman
matt r Jun 10
reflection spits
off the road
like venom

(all this happened
under slurred
red murmur        )
matt r Jun 7
vashti bunyan, i am rocked/
/fluting free to Her melody

You put the kiss in kismetly,
it is My reassurance of fate/
/destiny/She's/loves always
for                                      Me,
"a bit of a weird rhyme but **** it"
matt r Jun 7
arthur russell, falling in sea
soundscape//spacelike in 4D

I ask You,please,fall into Me
& pluck at my heart like a cello
Please,in C,fall into Love & Me
another weird rhyme

the one before this, '******,&listening,to Her/She', is under review for copyright for some reason. that *****
Jun 7 · 48
heaven
matt r Jun 7
"no overthinking",what about
       understanding
the echoing pines of this hill
                             side landing?

We are a picnic,My Love,of
flowers&leaves,,    We taste
of green heaven   through
    tongues   &   teeth;

it is always You,though,
       always the same
dream of Us,         in Love,      
         again & again

I am not overthinking,thinking
   of We,      I believe in
spring romance, in
              growing pinetrees

let us return to nature,    not
   think with Our head,  choose
Your heart,use Love,
come & lie      in the flowerbed
as We are in rhyming with the universe x
Jun 6 · 64
on angels' backs
matt r Jun 6
where You danced, it was
not on the     doorsteps
of this

            space
    
  but on the lowhum,glowing
grass of somewhere far
  more real...

ethereal,the walls harp
in operatic glee,
                            the angels
walk like You & twirl
                     & twirl
                  & twirl

   ,they are dizzy with Love
& they fall, to line the floor
                          for You
Jun 4 · 82
loveline
matt r Jun 4
(wood pigeon,cooing Me
  its therapy                      )

You are a little bow,tied
around My fingerstems.

You fit there well, You &
a loveline, straight to Me.
Jun 3 · 50
deep blue
matt r Jun 3
wave,cresting
       ,only
      falling
       since,
it was always
  
new.
  Deep Blue,
i am unfound
in swimming
  You,

fingers,finding
   nothingbut
platonic
           seaweed,

feet,trying
     ,kickingthe
  crystal
                crust

of her,gorgeous,
dipping
         membrane.

Love, i just want
    to kiss You
          ,& i am so
turbulent in
             waiting,

   God.
May 31 · 175
deep&rich, You
matt r May 31
are like                the dirt
    to Me;
                   I will scrunch
You up                    & fold
You in between my toes

   walk around,hip sway
to the true beat of Love,,,

You,are like the dirt to me
May 29 · 196
andromeda
matt r May 29
rollback,    the dim redness
(that you've been
                                 before)
is breaking over blackness
        ,       your outcrop spine.

realise      splitting starriness;
it is andromeda.            
           She is the most painful
constellation,a cluster hot
                     of nerve endings

relapsing,into dizzy relativity,
that you are (yet to
                                    become)
        still.
                i am all        but still,

everything is spinning
                               so perfectly.
May 28 · 73
maytime,me
matt r May 28
this air is dry;  summerful
yellow turned dehydrated ,
kind            of           orange ,
slurring      into drier hands.    
       same ones that ran
                    over
my beautiful ribs. beautifully
giftwrapped,edges folded neat.

    i really am so very neat.
May 22 · 124
dried flower luck iii
matt r May 22
(i miss the flowers)

  the rock you gave me
(/magpie/, so penguinly
                beautiful)
rolls around my sum
                -mertime fist;

it is old,has stories of Love,
& still,maybe,is volcanic on.
May 22 · 78
la mmestro
matt r May 22
step into a name
like Urs           leaves
my feet so pale&dusty

;;;not for lack of
richness     ,,,no!

        U
        hang
        like
        a
        tho­ught
        bubble

under moon (& her
             gracious mind)
,   a real.tangible.place
&         so        are         U

    We could live in
           la mestra
(how ever U would like
           to spell it...)
Urs  is  the  only  name
     that            matters
             to   me
May 21 · 194
maelstrom
matt r May 21
,cool,       into water
  like socks; whirlpools
splash is more than  that.
  temporarily    something
              from        ­ nothing
  n  isn't that sooooo
         gorgeous ???

                                     no,so
tragically      temporary.
May 20 · 91
mort,salem
matt r May 20
i need to be
    away
 with the fae.

none of this feels
quite     so samely
           ;
the charming lilt
of a     hotreddot
     crystal/eyeses
my throat like
       cotton wool.

i need to be
music;       almost
like how    i ammm
myyyyy  poetryyyy,

n      i        don't  
   knowww     howww.
May 16 · 74
Her name is Hope,&
matt r May 16
She is
        so wonderful.
  it is some thing
of a    fantasy in
how She flows;

(so    non-linear
  (like Her skirthem
is time
  (in a swift
   & graceful bow)))

She is static
     ,butmobile, &spinning
rain in Her hands;
   She is knitting droplets
        & folding waves ,

         knowing my
lips are soft,undefended
                .irarelylookup.
     yit She is there
  & there She always was

just in touching,grazing
at the edge of likelihood.
  Her name is Hope
and She is such
a spectacle.
matt r May 13
(a hatless boy/a cowless gunslinger)
maroon about the ****** pond.
                           selfsuck-
kingly,
spurless boot drags nameless nothings
like a bridal train
                              (so promised You are)...
the dust lies though. perchance
                          the rockylike
grit in my throat has found the
                          perfect home
matt r May 8
I think about Us &
its all so.red&raw.
tingling&electric.
its all so scarring
like finger tips My
skin,like water dips.

is it thereforYou,too
? You saw Me,today,
just to see Me,Ithink.
filmic,You said it was;
I think You missed Me.
I think You feelsmooth

& miss the spinal,shock
&sparking excitement.
it is something,magnet
ic,so     enticing that We
generate. see? it is that
I think this is under Us

as if I am not over You,then
I am under You,&You,me. I like
to think You see Me. I like to
think how You want to tell Me
You see Me,& howYoulikeMe.
I do not see aworldinthis

oystershell

,but I like to think Id like
You in any dimension
                   ,Yknow?
i think there is Something here.
tell Me if you read this.
or dont.,if You dont think so.
May 7 · 118
dried flower luck ii
matt r May 7
(only eight weeks later)

re enveloped,(no)O(bow)
so folded hemispherically;

flaking,    crumbing,    Love.
it is buoyant in its optimism

& kisses ideas      of sinking
Us,We are Love's ocean floor.
matt r May 7
.nota.bene.
(it is filled with)
(jam & sugar    )

beginning.
She tilts barefoot on
                                     eve of
                                     evening
,lilting,  a pacific hypo
       thetical excerpt on

"
why(iam)here &
what(wedo)next
"

end.
it is something
of a copper wire;
    vitality.         in
the longer you lap
your legs in its terra   cotta
                                       ,the more
                                        exacting
(stringentl­ysinuous)   the scar

.post.script.
a sense of
where i amnt
more than
 where
i plant my
ankles like
two little
orange
trees.
matt r May 6
it is honest in its opalescence.
my love listens
                        to the rising tide
                        &  the ebb&flow
my love buries itself in green
                               -bottle sand.

You, with your
                           searching
                           fingers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
, You are missing
from Me.
matt r May 4
"i really like you" is not all it is,
more     bellyful&hearty in its way.
so 'love' is a scary thing to call it,
no? i think Love is kindly&honest.
the 'jordiness' of it all; You are like
music i will never hear, or fashion
  i will never wear. You, always
                                         'not quite'.

yet You are hot, notcold, & Love is tall
'the jordiness of it all' is newness
& i believe We are not over yet ...
           so silly;call me in love & crazy.
You are beautiful,sweet& notyetmine,
You are,everything,but mine. as You are
in Love with him, I am in Love with You.
a sonnet (kinda) x
May 4 · 97
in the word,'love'
matt r May 4
is a slender beauty. the
    sideways stance of
'i hope it does not
                     touch me'
(it does,though). love,
with its perfect
               nail beds &
finger knuckles.
   She will reach you
      all the same.

there is a fatness to it,
too;    
    a lying roundness
who wills She/will not cut
you. She is scarletred &
  lives in you;She is
  who you call 'living'.

reservoiry in its
volume,
               fill my lungs
time&time over. fill
  every saucer,gilded
&unstolen, replace my
air with it. She does
   not breath colourless,
but has the flow
                  of water.

in the word,'love' is
the recurring curl of
love,
&love
&love
again.
            She is the end
             & everywhere,
if i could only see Her.
matt r May 4
the smelting eye
   of the pale morning
would close in a
   smile;inhale
the daylight between
     each fighting giggle

embrace the caring air
        of reading! take note
  of each of my bleeding
words & palate them
to taste      the true meaning
   of how i love You

every letter belongs,is Yours.
every poem i have
                 laid down to rest
is Yours&Yours forever;
   if only (the sky still glows)
               (You still read them)
matt r May 3
this pissedup drawl of an evening
was    just that;
                       stumbling           through
                            time&nausea
as Someone,i could only cry.

high & notquite
                         dry,I
slipped into our music like silk
                                          in sleeves
& think about all the pretty notes i
left you.    think about your hand
                                         on my knee
                  (that one time,"accidentally")

so in sleep as life,
       in my dream i dreamt of kissing You.
in Your,flushing gleam, & weaving voice
i dreamt of Your dream,
               of how You
                   want me
                   holding You.
do you remember Your dream
the one          you told Me?
the one in which i held You?

do you remember your dream
& the             kismet of We?
the  wish that i would kiss You    x
matt r May 2
of Me, i hope
    the sagging moon
         & her tired hands
   fall on Your shoulders
to wash in how I see You

i hope
  the delicate dried
           flower
     & her springly laugh
  realises You love Me

i hope
    the singing magpie
& his warbling tone
     echoes the songs
  in which I played You

i think
     i hope You hope
           i Am
May 2 · 79
if i could sway Your
matt r May 2
mind.          like a
      twirling,sweeping breeze,
We would be
    swanning up the coastline
    of some
         sweet&birdsung
                       place

(eating up candlelight,
    stalking halated joy,
walking the long walk,
talking of how We love)

if i could sway Your
mind.                 like a
             flowing wave dips
             the coral,
He would hold His luck
         like a clamshell,dashed
         upon His rocks of fault
& left to saltly dissolve in sea

(Pearlescently, You
may roll around my
fingers.  come alive
under my jolting/
                   lectric
touch & realise my
riveting certainty)

if i could sway Your
mind.       like a
    flourished page turning,
         You would read more
    than
just the words I write

(lungfuls of effervescent love,
exhale,eye it melt across the sky
& drip down Your shoulders,
play the magpies kizmit tune)

if I could sway Your
mind like a tree,
You would fall into love
                                   &Me
May 2 · 229
loves curving optimism
matt r May 2
swishes Her skirthem
in a swift
        and graceful bow
           
    &
  a knowing glance
  (the flushed cheeks
   and kissing eyes)
flashes like
                      sparking
                      end of lip
                      
                        striking
                      end of lip
one from thursday.
matt r May 1
wave, to wonderful swirling
bluegreen cool

apex. acme. precipice of
Us; the cresting belief in
                         'We are to be'

rolls&folds me out
    to float - the polar verse
of promise in' shoes

so cymbal crash on back
of beat. the symphony aqua!
              acquiesce His sin

stroke the little seawater death.
all things in time return to wave.
Apr 23 · 80
i saw in Her eyes
matt r Apr 23
the un bridled un
                         buttoning
  of sense
               ...
                (          a     pointless,whipping
                                             towel of wind)
                                                        ...­
& the sylphic roots
           ,whom in their
fishbowl head.
      their endless lung

                       un dressed You
         ....
                               (static RINGing
                                electric moan)
                                          ...
& Your greenhillmounds
                 trembled
          greener,became
...
(this              wracked                 incessant
          waltzing whistle.    )
                                                ...­
                       a poolofpunch. the
                       cellulose We once dug
                       our fleshly little Thumbs into
                ...
                   (a two-hundred mile
                                      rockfall splash)
                                                         ...
                       stained like
                        the idea of heaven

  &myshirttoo                             deliquesced
     diffused                               &liquified
  
We covered              Our Earthly Body
                 in organic spilling mess &
drank

(ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff­)

                 Us                        like we ******.
Apr 23 · 177
one schimera
matt r Apr 23
the airsick scarf of
                                    /well,nothing/
snakes down My back
as a familiar hand          might
a pale&flexing spine

enticing'er
               swimming assembly
                     of corpuscles
     (&theveneratingrubsofsternum)

ha! no! relinquish the
   cold.     &
   metallic     sting

                                        to Her,so
                                        svelte,the
       ­                                 succuba
                        ­                of chance

to Her,then,
  the sketch of
one schimera
matt r Apr 22
unrhyming in the jilty way                      i am
never stepping how You weave flowersome

(chalky Moon she can not finger into
/liquid Sun her molten gold    will,dryup)
the ground,
   each flowersome heel You soft-soap
into charming new Somethings,
                                              lifely green

no setting - kinda jellylike - the eve
will forges on in her shimmery way
(& birdsong is similarly shimmery)
lasting forever like lifetime of bees
,hopefully,
                  or preserved in petalwrap
(& it is You   giving the time its tick)

You are in rhyming with the Universe
so hum in the       softly folds of music.
a sonnet (sorta)
matt r Apr 22
i will weigh
each plasticky
edge
          of
               love
'gainst each soft hand
  & feel their flow
riding finger grooves

find an ego-shaped
              box
(round with       atomic
         what/whereness)
& keep there

wanting More with
      /Her

wanting Such with
      others

so It spills
                       like
honeymilk& sweetness
eyes  (,dilating,)   me

diluting form & fuzzing
hard&fast careening
joy.              &iam     sick
                     in     motion

is it newness of This?
is it secret       fizzing
Desire, You, Me for Me
Apr 20 · 71
when She is away
matt r Apr 20
the open more of
    waiting,     almost
eye-watering yawn

& his hotwet breath.
oh   His hot breath
brothe new day,

suckling     oily     fingers
turning page page after page
just to read ahead

there is pleasure...in the
wait   * ******* stretch of
interlacing muscly almosts

nothings nows ending
tensing tingling when
matt r Apr 16
i want the     this&that of

(see) You are
                    in essence
the Being Of. You are It.

It is oh such a thing
                        to body dip
         in,un   writeable beauty.
to swallow You whole as
              more than idea

You are oh,such a thing to
        get into
                      & praise as
          divinity,here You are.
matt r Apr 15
i am found in love with you

in constellations hot
likeawish,
        burning
        &cascading 'gainst
the outline of romance,

(stargazer,you

watch his arms hold her
& pushes her spine
into him
               contouring
swooning heart & bullet
breathing
                 'gainst her neck

take his eyes
                            as fireflies
in the humidity of dance
& come entangled in it)

realise the melting of day
& fade in,so take me. i am less
        than a galaxy away

& that is so why i love you
Apr 14 · 203
sakura
matt r Apr 14
springtime stay forever            please
breathe & sicken me        more&more

take no ideas from the groundwet
                                                     mulch
she is lively             &fresh
omniscient in the way she sweeps

in her swiftness            
                      blossom crawls & sticks
to                  (,unscrapable,you)me

& you,i  would thank  like the blessed
hummingbirds

(oh , if we could fold like hummingbirds)
                        
        who click&clack their sappy jaws
in code of sharp&biting song

,as first so pink&flowery as they are
new                                  in comeliness,

& reject the typical seasons
                      to crushing pearls for fun
Apr 11 · 104
ergomonics
matt r Apr 11
litheness & long;
her legs entwined
in complication, &

is that not always how
it starts? hoisted less by
rope&more by shoulder

to a point of brilliant
vanity. me&she,the
ego mercenary,eyeing

applesweet, hands on
back & legs entwined
with legs. the excuse to lie

next to me,the instant kiss
& blood hot ***.the almost
going but definitely coming

to our static touchfelt senses.
the long way it's been since
then. the long wait til legs

entwine with legs again.
1 for 2023.
matt r Apr 9
yesterday i watched a comet sail right over the handrail of calmess i watched it again eddy the starry pool of stomach acid & i realised that is just what comets do it is such a thing to realise it is another thing to feel it hot in your gullet not burning white or red but more a perfect green like the perfect green you see behind your eyes i think know where itll go too ive let this comet pass by two or three times before and its nowhere near here it wont destroy any ecosystem or create any new flame itll just taper past again&again&again losing a little bit of mineral again&again&again until it is little more than a rock. then again i was told never to focus on what i can fit only in the palm of my hand.
Apr 9 · 406
candescence
matt r Apr 9
soundless scape
(take me to Her)
travel,traipse
cross starful terror
candescently sing
(one last goodbye)
She'll be thinking
Him, not Her&I
Apr 7 · 92
sanctimony
matt r Apr 7
o holy glow,
                  your pitch
eared knell.
                  the blue ish
halo hooped through lobe.

what do you call these "larger
deaths?" weighted deaths
                    /important deaths?

you ring these
deaths 'hind
eyes & throat

to samaritans &
moonwanderers?

no. so quiet as such like
a second post-homily

& therein lies the body, see;
   the rotting hipocrisy
          of expiration

                    ...

therein lies the flowery
bigot, or death as no
       inferno for
               consequence.
Apr 5 · 201
apricot
matt r Apr 5
we love,
in spans of poetry
,the looseness of day
& settle intoer
counterpart
with open fingered
grace

waking brilliant light
 -not real yet-  but
no time away
from your flexing
chimera.               wake
,you,   new medusa
,aching & shallow

but love,
in spans of poetry
,the aching of day
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