matt r: Poems

8h · 39

sharpsmooth

matt r 8h

sharpsmooth

folded,sharpsmoothly,
,cross My spinal range

I'm as belonging to Her
as My shape is strange

8h · 24

holy(ing)

matt r 8h

holy(ing)

her gilded grooves,i
left on Your neck.

dipping a body in
magnificence(holying

names of women)& She
is richer than she,,,

8h · 35

cirrus

matt r 8h

cirrus

there's magpies everywhere
,do You see them scaling
the laddering cirrus clouds

She breathes deeply ,blows
feathers 'cross the horizon
,today we will fly the same

1d · 14

do You want me,like

matt r 1d

do You want me,like

my neck wants the
raw wind? bitter

,biting cool&swallow
ing whole yet,so
the flavour of winter

1d · 25

macrocovet

matt r 1d

macrocovet

do not breathe,in
reflection of the
pulsing macrocosm,

'stead covet her
bending form. she
is not,but living

2d · 31

You must let Me go

matt r 2d

You must let Me go

throw the slowing force
,spin&dive,loose
in a falling way. You
must let Me go. centre
Me into cosmos & I will
drift on to another love.

please,please let me go

2d · 46

in pixiefields,

matt r 2d

in pixiefields,

obtain,Gardengirl,
& plant me


              deep
er
    than ananemone

(days wilt like U)

sunshine,midjuly,
will bide his time

(& when pixies
        ,braiding
with his light,
parade  in cars of
golden bluegreen)

then   i will wake
a perfect Rootboy,

&     ,I will expand
under every love (
but Urs) & nurture
foreverness,always

2d · 29

negative tension

matt r 2d

negative tension

palmed into her mouth as she
was the sun

  O                      swallowing

the texture of recursive ***

'there is no tension      o
here', any more.

0                                 space
                           is colder than
the interlinking of    'spheres

3d · 27

(instrumental)

matt r 3d

(instrumental)

she stood,playing
the crossword
    like her great
        double bass,
& i wondered
what would get
   tired first ,,,
        her feet or
            her head

3d · 39

love is a cool gold band

matt r 3d

love is a cool gold band

my dad's wedding ring around
my neck i press it to my lips

imbued,not half,with promise

love is a cool gold band

3d · 41

once more,to see Her

matt r 3d

once more,to see Her

discarded cigarette packet,wet
&mulchy,lines up the morning

no smoking ecstasy in store,fog
descends reduces all to atoms

3d · 36

sweet nectar,Herness

matt r 3d

sweet nectar,Herness

inside wetwarm purity
is a slow release,a growing
curve undecadent,,

   excellent

                          , in Its
                         thieving
                         guttural
                        pleasure,

selfishly stalking Her spinal
arch

         (itself,reduced
          to waveform)

~~~ ~ ~~  ~ ~   ~   ~ ~~ ~ ~~~~~

Her
undecadence spills    &
washes

supple.rolling.landscapes

til we are unclean with Her
'ness

               sweet
               nectar,
               Her'ness

like 'i Saw in Her eyes'

4d · 28

something other than love

matt r 4d

something other than love

(puppets passion like
fruit falls) strikes.

it is new,cushioned
as softness but carries
airs of bruising

..not bruising,overripeness,
& it is as sweet as wanting
love,something else entirely.

4d · 23

l'aero

matt r 4d

l'aero

touch love
,softsoap into breathing
the same feathering air.
bleeting new calflove

,touch,,fall
into it & roll with
love's drunk punches
,commands more glancing..

eyes, are blue
,& love is tall,
wears red & shoes lifts
e,namour amour

5d · 85

le chat noir

matt r 5d

le chat noir

i am weary of the
longing; the black
cat blinksslow. i
am tired of the loving
,loving take me home

5d · 37

kravitz

matt r 5d

kravitz

coooool me down, cats. its two
ay em & im thinking of You.

its funny,really(You're so done).
You're so done & yet You're like

watercolour. persistent in Your
always breathesome manoeuver,

You should be,by universal right,
here. it ain't over til its over.

6d · 11

le metro

matt r 6d

le metro

she tilted'yes', with love
in her eyes. the rattling

experience of time spent
together?forever. who is

the authority on love;he
wears a belt&tickets hope

6d · 37

la seine

matt r 6d

la seine

she picked up her plastick heart
,fingered the edge of love &

swept. the aspect of the man
,read poetry,acted soft. we are

all,, so soft. the dusktime settles
into our cheeks; le soir rouge.

7d · 107

naïve envious

matt r 7d

naïve envious

naïveenvious,queasy
like aurora comes

plants her many dream
like feet into earth/I

**** up raw life,a funny
little biological straw

7d

love you to love me

matt r 7d

love you to love me

flat,on the grand scale of things,
where confidence boys chinupwalk

way into her hearts(trying anyway).
i am not rocking, metaphysically

still, my mood swims on the ceiling
,doing its funny little backstroke.

7d

use My body,as

matt r 7d

use My body,as

a sliver of the moon
.rub starry lather
'cross hotwax
formations,rivets
in exploratory
'fections.
textured lovin' is
a spacewalk,baby

Jul 15 · 45

a brutal thing,to want

matt r Jul 15

a brutal thing,to want

love is the unkind thing
(purposeful & exacting)
,yit its wide arms hold
(truth in abundance,&)
me,to rub away the sore

things ,peel out under
(eyes,chin,sternum,waist&)
bedsheets,so it is always
(drawing out sweat,you are)
close to me. a hurting thing.

Jul 15 · 19

dread of Love.

matt r Jul 15

dread of Love.

who are You,really,in Your
  mythical beauty?
who are You really to              pin
                                                   twist
real pain    inside of Me?

"just a Girl",driftinglikejune,
  & I am so               (un)lucky to
have sewn My (stupid)  gaze
           in this            (mis)fortune.

commit Myself completely
  to the dread of    Love.       I am
feeling so hurt&sorry               , I
am so soft&melancholy.   growup.

Jul 14 · 22

gentle,fin,gering

matt r Jul 14

gentle,fin,gering

keep up                 ,Hope.
do I pray,nearly for      You,
,
,Yes         like         the crying of
                         cupids
        & the  gentle,fin,gering
                               ofthe  lyre

Jul 14 · 46

You have lost Me in the Water

matt r Jul 14

You have lost Me in the Water

second chance at        ?
                                    what
this                                ?
this       unloving of Kizmitism

?no,   I think I would rather
                                     .   sip up
  the Pain   ,directly from
         the Pool itsself

You have lost Me in the Water

& that is       living like a Wave
                                   returning
into & into & into Itsself
                         ...       returning
into You & You & You

Jul 14 · 40

utter unblueness

matt r Jul 14

utter unblueness

utter unblueness, cursing
my outward future
                                  i am
falling.        roundacircle

(into & into & into myself)

slowing,gravitate wards
  dizzing perplexity
& enjoy it,oh so deeply,

i am god's hopeless agent

Jul 14 · 3

(blueing of the moon)

matt r Jul 14

(blueing of the moon)

i am growing into this
               cobalt
               speed way,,
   as if dipping limbs
           , silvering,
never seem to end

Jul 12 · 94

starlight

matt r Jul 12

starlight

do not kiss his waning cheek
,like starlight tempts        a
reckless fishhook          ,no.

kiss Me,     & lie entangled
in      diffusing light of
galaxy. it warms your neck,

(& My hand), drawing vincent's
starry night   til you are asleep
in the cradle of love's creation.

Jul 12 · 42

favourite

matt r Jul 12

favourite

reading the morning like
a broadsheet newspaper
,i opened a page of poetry;

'my favourite' She wrote. a
note i think She left for me.
i dropped the poem to see

how pretty You flourish Your
e's. the careful touch, not
quite a movie kiss, lighter

& grazing the page with love.
'my favourite' dogeared one
i set for You, 'the private view'.

peter bennet - the private view
*as if in a film by eric rohmer*

Jul 11 · 20

sweetpea

matt r Jul 11

sweetpea

the firstly buttered lick of
  'who do i share this with?'
i am here,boasting my yard,
& the sun is warming her
   with tenderness.

She could set my soul free.
with Her finger, tilt
back my head til i loosen
         in a solar jacuzzi.
She could warm me too.

Jul 10 · 41

raze

matt r Jul 10

raze

raze the dead
flowers&grass cuttings.
the beetles walk around
all funny;owed some
new lease of life i think.

Jul 9 · 59

pine

matt r Jul 9

pine

& now You are gone, as
moonlight was ever there,

& it is all so expansive.
loves swelling undercurrent.

Jul 9 · 56

olive

matt r Jul 9

olive

little Magpie, dancing your rooftop
waltz. your wingtips catch my eye

,into dizzy love, & i see one
thousand two of a kinds.

this kinda reads too clunky idk im too ****** to tell.

Jul 8

rockskim

matt r Jul 8

rockskim

you fingered the rock,"watch
this" 'd & threw it lochward.

it swam weird; no splash or
seam in the wave. how many

little things slip through her,
when she folds as she does?

Jul 8

dogfalls

matt r Jul 8

dogfalls

the rocks dripping. one two
one to polyrhythmic bliss

how boring would it be to
fall together, We wash ov e
r

I said I'd stop writing about You. You said You'd stop reading 'em. I wonder if You'll ever know.

Jul 8

pinkscape

matt r Jul 8

pinkscape

like violins played My hair
,it could never be so easy;

,hills would sooner be pink,
than You 'ld see 'em with Me.

Jul 5 · 65

gasoline

matt r Jul 5

gasoline

aliving,hardfast
  careening hope
       slipped&lit
the fuse of love

   I hoped it was
You,I
clung on   til
it was just a rag

Jul 4 · 47

beam,to Me

matt r Jul 4

beam,to Me

tonight, You glanced off
the wall like a suggestion;

just headlights, though. I
see You in everything.

Jul 4 · 57

godlost

matt r Jul 4

godlost

water,sputtering pathetics
like a godlost priest.

the cool stone floor
feel,on my floridmost cheek.

Jul 2

re embering

matt r Jul 2

re embering

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.

Jun 30 · 26

grey,white

matt r Jun 30

grey,white

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 · 68

utopia

matt r Jun 24

utopia

where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

all the little somethings
       (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.

Jun 17 · 49

what it might be is not love

matt r Jun 17

what it might be is not love

,a friend told me. she was
in love once, & since felt
the knife slide right through
her. so love is just a stomach
ache, then. love is the uneat
-ing unsleeping thing inside.
love is magic, it is so much
like pixie dust; try & hold it

,i told her. feel its ridges
& folded edges. feel its
amorphous underbelly & tell
it that it doesn't hurt like
you. tell me you see purple
in a deeper hue, and that
blanket weight on your collar
bones is heavier than mine.

i'd love for it to be not love.
i'd love to have an hour of
eating & sleeping where i am
not imagining sharing it with
You. do You think of me, too?
what it might be is not love,
what it might be is a stomach
ache, what it might be is over

soon, what it might be is never.

Jun 13 · 88

i finally saw two magpies

matt r Jun 13

i finally saw two magpies

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 · 100

radio heart

matt r Jun 13

radio heart

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 · 92

amor fati

matt r Jun 12

amor fati

(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 · 215

We were outside,You

matt r Jun 11

We were outside,You

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 · 88

dieselman

matt r Jun 10

dieselman

reflection spits
off the road
like venom

(all this happened
under slurred
red murmur )

Jun 7 · 65

stoned,&listening,to Her/She

matt r Jun 7

******,&listening,to Her/She

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"

Jun 7 · 70

stoned,&listening,to Him/He

matt r Jun 7

******,&listening,to Him/He

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 *****