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matt r 5d
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
  
i covered              my Earthly Body
                 in organic spilling mess &
drank

(ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff­)

                 Us                        like we ******.
5d · 114
one schimera
matt r 5d
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 6d
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 softsoap
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 6d
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.              in     motion
              &iam     sick

is it newness of This?
is it secret       fizzing
Desire, You, Me for Me
7d · 88
inwater grow
matt r 7d
essence of
you/run into
orange blossom

slip, & so
stupidly fall
headlong,loveless

holly blues
metamorphosin'
sh(arp)older blades
7d · 38
pink full cheek
matt r 7d
wet full shoes
hover,no stepping
over me/i laid down
sore red love

into lapping optimism
i wade/fresh&artless
lipping kiss,painted
solvent love

staining glass,ionic,
in its rainy way
soothing thumb glows
pink full cheek
Apr 20 · 39
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 your 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 · 163
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 12 · 40
catamaran of maybes
matt r Apr 12
using fog like a paintbrush
,god? smooth horizon
with your charm façade

& siren songs to call me
home. so alluring       so
sweet. how especially

neat - You wrap up sea
water & gift as a drink.
the weight of how i feel

could sink more than belly's
liquid yen - yet here i sail
on a catamaran of    'maybe

things will be different when
i see You                             then.'
Apr 11 · 69
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.
Apr 9 · 99
superposition
matt r Apr 9
i do not like this
superposition.
the being here.
there. the every
whereness of
what you do to me.
another ******* i****gram poem
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 won't 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 · 363
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 · 62
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 · 70
if not bye
matt r Apr 5
then stand      off
your heel ball & kiss
her you fool.    don't
be                don't be

don't just be             .
rupi kaur ur not the only one who can write i****gram poetry
Apr 5 · 163
apricot
matt r Apr 5
we love,
in spans of poetry
,the looseness of day
& settle intoer
counterpart
with open fingered
grace

wake!ng 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
Apr 4 · 52
in the square
matt r Apr 4
in square retaliation;
the sunhot riot against
repose!
men draft their perfect
                         manifestos
to platonic jeers & "i know
& yes buts-"
                       seething melt
         ed jaws clenched shut.

more stop, there's more than
quiet anger. there's chatters
natters  less tireless flattering
words; true joy is bred
                  here on tarmac beds...

bell boys & horn heads & maraca
shoe sole songs,     carabiner cords
& their unknown composers jangle
walk the way to fame! let but spoken
time unravel her silent duskful flame

in square retaliation,
riot the moon reclaim.
a 5 minute one
, set all too soon
matt r Apr 1
dear you

it'll probably take this a long long time to reach you but isn't that just the idea? nothing is consistent here - moments bend & weave so it feels like each blink takes a lifetime. yesterday a thought took four months to form and i almost used it without thinking.

i'm stretched out on the grass now & i'd love to explain how anyone meets anyone at all. is love some long blue thread bringing them together? i've seen what people do with it - sure they make it into something pretty but it isn't what it's there for. are we wrong to see the long beams of light and only take a photo? is a lick of heat for more than making a cup of tea?

i tried to explain a concept like us to a bumblebee but i didn't really get anywhere. i said "wouldn't you like something like a portal? you could be at the next flower before you know it." i said portal instead of a wormhole because i knew bees didn't understand physics but he buzzed off anyway. i suppose the fun might be in the looking & finding but i've been given flowers before & it sure as hell meant more than picking one myself. maybe he was just happy with what he'd already found.

now i see magpies everywhere but they can't all be you right? i've always thought they were but maybe i'm just too ******* in my long blue thread. i suppose that's human though - i've just always valued the idea of tying something tangible to a concept that isn't really bound by atoms. the idea that this is all meant to be you know?

if you look hard enough you'll see them everywhere. they stick with you like the bluegreen shadow of the sun. sometimes all it takes is one & the thought that everything has to mean something. that's it though - i guess if it were real then you'd be here by now. maybe if you wait long enough you'll miss your chance. maybe if i look long enough a magpie is just a magpie.

p.s.

on the walk here i crossed a bridge - it wasn't celestial or anything but it was high enough off the ground to wonder if i stepped off how much of a joke i could get out my mouth before i hit the clouds. i couldn't really shake that feeling of bending & weaving after that. funny isn't it.

write soon
matt r Mar 28
in the dextrous silver
between wake & backend
of wave,i woke to you

"i could spend forever
here" & i could too

no pit in bits of me or
bloods,& cells just
split like pupils grew

"i could spend for
ever here" & i could too

cycle more to future
wake,you're painted
on my eyelids blue

"i could spend forev
her here"

& i
could
too
changed it a little bit. sue me if you have to !!!
Mar 26 · 74
sink ... sink
matt r Mar 26
sink up & drink your thanks

amberred holymen
               jump
right on                         down
your                 throat



e­very one
      gets given a

         vry own
   homegrown
extinction coefficient

& for that we drink e
                   very
****** ounce we can.
Mar 25 · 75
eyeful of lip
matt r Mar 25
full-hooded but
not               half
a gleam
        
         an "i know
                   &
                 you
                  don't"

isn't it mysery?
the knowing &
the knowing &
not even doing.

i know.. i should
  formulate
    something.
      really...    like

a song. but not
even the air
can formulate
something
quite so
romantic
enough,

try       write
nonsense like a
kiss.        take
each flavour
of each word
& press it
hard
       against
      ur cheek.

sap.up the warm
meaning like a
thirsty flower you

blossom even
            if you want

i nor the midjune
would ever dare
to      comment.
Mar 25 · 231
prema
matt r Mar 25
some free limb
loose lip
              prayer

      the figure8

(or headspin
i.suppose)

kicks up
           recycled
se(nt)(d)iments

& its such
     such a thing

to write & write

& pray you
               extract
  the heartgame

the endfelt true

everythings.
everything4you
Mar 25 · 64
lower case g
matt r Mar 25
the living in shoes

make us all so
thoughtful&bright

make us see
god in the wall
under footfall of

tenebrescence

light stamping
its pinhole feet

is god is
our god &
my god too.
matt r Mar 23
(i feel aqua

/cola

dragged up
by a heavy
stomach
of bubbles)

the in-
tuneness
has always
been new

but here

she is
in her
drowning
way

spinning
me in a
centrifuge
of lipping
waves &
whirlpools
Mar 16 · 87
jordie's hip
matt r Mar 16
the soft curve of chance
                              could not bite me

(though sometimes i wish it would)

but fashion a path
                   that takes me to heaven



almost skyward - you
                                      yet equally so
                                             armward

draped head in gold&sunlight with
your planetary blaze

maybe less avessel for life but more
                                           incendiary

electric,plasmic & so not crystalline
despite your form,inspiteof how you
shimmer & dance & fadein&out of it



you are the future i see when i sleep
my temple to your hip

it is my fingertips in yours & on your
it is my lips on yours & my chest on
your chest so flushed&affectionate it
is my legs between your legs & my
knee creeping up inside it is the glow
inside your stomach it is roseblossom
on all your cheeks it is the bitemarks
on your neck & thighs it is my
temple on your hip. it is my temple;

your hip
matt r Mar 16
[a one-time coin
                                in the pocket of]
the verb 'to be'

i could cycle through my zoetrope
life & grab the belly fat of fortune;

his lifepink scar
                            bleedinghardtruth
Mar 16 · 60
obsequious maybe
matt r Mar 16
run along           the fibre
sticks to your shoes
like grass            the idea
fills your head like
chlorophyll

so i'm greeneyed, but do
you blame the sequoia
(obsequious, maybe)
for the redwoody
want for water?
Mar 12 · 99
moonhooks / rockshine
matt r Mar 12
i ; moonhooks

she shone like an astigmatism

i watched her arms
                              like radiance
  grab each corner of the sky
     & hang it on moonhooks

bleeding,began to melt the day
& i felt her wash
                   down my shoulders

i tasted her then
    & saw her (clearer than ever)



ii ; rockshine

she shone like an astigmatism

in a more
                 wo/rld
                            bre(ak)ing
                      ­                        way

   crystalline, the sky scattered
rockshine like lunar bredcrums
     &    4    one    point    three    
  
   seconds
                  i felt her on my skin
Mar 12 · 233
dried flower luck
matt r Mar 12
she crumbled,
                                   out of
the envelope & into
                               my palm

  dissolved into my fingers
in her own world breaking
                                         way

in there,where two magpie
sit                      cross-legged,
the air carries kismet like a
newborn                     crying
    at the very semblance
of the long      walk     away.
Mar 9 · 124
in light of
matt r Mar 9
i've laid in light lesser
than your
                    phosphor
escence

the god judgement
which you bestow

on my shoulder
    aching
          gift.
Mar 9 · 173
flex
matt r Mar 9
i think of your back

& mine, like the in
                              side
ofaspoon

oh yours!

not quite so concave
                             but
a soft&flexing blade

regaled with silver.
Mar 8 · 76
there is space in my
matt r Mar 8
palm        unreserved (by air)
but filled so (like it owns me)

there is space in my

arm             unslept on    
where you (are my) rest

& space in my

shoulder           undreamt &
airgapped (so blancficially)

there is space in my
bed                             

not fate's       (nor maybe's)
but mine's      now (for you

& you                                  

& you                  

& you)
Mar 8 · 80
she turns freeform
matt r Mar 8
she curls out the window
& turns freeform,

into such a thing
                                  like
how i inhale her

,the harsh creamsoothing
of ice water calms

the red light down.
Mar 8 · 74
pearloil
matt r Mar 8
the glistening
pearloil
which is You;
incarnate
on my ribbone.
Mar 7 · 165
surge ry
matt r Mar 7
the
little
pant,

the rolling
purrs the dove
trills in c,

the hard-resisted
shiver the warm
-femured touch
the spinal
archway,

surging
haptic
lovetap.
and done.
Mar 7 · 98
hipsful
matt r Mar 7
it's come
& never
left,

always right
beneath the
rough touch;

handfuls
of your
hipsful
& waistful
i hold you
& feel you
and you
feel me like
cigarette
burns.
i like my body when it is with your
Mar 7 · 62
sureline
matt r Mar 7
peach-fuzz,remedy
my touch. i have
dreamt of it;
read of it
since your
eyed-good,bye.
been reading.
matt r Mar 6
ont blistered walk
aroundt couple

who stood on folds
of nekked geese:

"why oh why wings ???"

let em grow hooks
to throw at trambacks

& ride long past
the cryptid men

who hop

skip

& step

on dirtichor landmines.
make up.
Mar 5 · 80
mean eyed cat
matt r Mar 5
the Mean Eyed Cat climbs My
kittentree legs and says "stay
on theme Man good writers stay
on theme" so i cough a furball
mucusball hairball or skinball
whatever Man im gonna cough
again and again and again
and rid off this Sick Cat ****.
**** breakdown writing. needs to come up though.
Mar 5 · 355
heads on mars
matt r Mar 5
she is
       the almost-there

    in the middle of
        
                this cosmic
rodeo show
matt r Mar 5
love is dog-eared, and chases
rabbits like playdates. love is
an astigmatism hung from the moon.
love is written in lemon and sugar.
love makes up questions just to ask
you something. love borrows books
& love listens to mixtapes. love wears
your hat and doesn't want to take
it off. love is a secret handshake.
love is the kitchen in which you
make her soup. love is a listening
booth in 90s cinema. love is all
here in red blue green. love hides
in shoes & does the long walk.

love is the 'almost-there'.
matt r Mar 1
"women
just want
to be

described"
who are the words
i could use to
capture you? to
translate you
to all those
who'll never get
the chance?

i could start with
your hair; just above
the shoulderline that
taught honey how
to flow. your cheeks,
flushed like a late
spanish summer. eyes
and lips like a dare,
your dimples like
a prize. every bit
worth a page.

i couldn't forget
your collarbones
or your waist
or your navel
or your hips
but you are more
than whatever
my poetry
can describe.
you are moments
i see throughout;

the pixie-ring of
tulips, the heron
patiently fishing,
the cloudform
pareidolia i see
from my rooftop.
i feel about you
how i felt about
the mediterranean
sea in my lungs.

those poor *******
can write
and describe you
how they wish.
i will carry on
catching you
in the corner of
my eyes and over
my shoulders
until i can see
you again.
for you
matt r Feb 27
the hot-fingered taunt
of a name picked up my
stomach in its safe
hands; knucklecracked, they boot
-ed it down the corridor...

do you remember
the sweetgrass scent?
i rolled from there down
the stairs of patience
to here, blind fear,

where clocks tick
an arpeggio of angel
texts; numbers repeating
until they desync -
your 11:12s. 13s. 14s.

there's no more walking
in polyrhythms; there's no
slide to Her. i have my own
two hot fingers and some
paper i will tear like hell.
a bit more experimental. or a ramble if you don't think

its good enough!
Feb 26 · 117
magnolia
matt r Feb 26
it'd be a shame for love
to break so easily; yet
even magnolia petals
fear my springtime heel.
Feb 26 · 79
drumfill
matt r Feb 26
the rain sways me like a
hymn - some freestyle
jazz drumming melody.
Feb 25 · 233
truer blues
matt r Feb 25
truer blues have faded
faster than today - but
all i can think of is you.
sometimes i think against posting these little three-liners; they can feel easy and unoriginal, but then i think that trying to flesh them out anymore would be stealing them of their true essence. who cares if they've been thought before?
Feb 25 · 95
en jaune
matt r Feb 25
"oh! despair is a soft orange glow"

then despair must be climbing my
walls with its springtime grip, see?
no, you sad mope! her name is hope

and she is a soft orange glow casting
spells on my back and i think i might
just wash her hair for her. remember
me when you dip your feet in the sea.
a bit kitsch.
Feb 24 · 195
needleboned
matt r Feb 24
sleepdrunk and riddled
with the thing between
the blinks;

                  boneneedled,
it knits me some axonic
skiprope fuckyou prize.
noooooooot good ! bad !!!
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