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12h · 24
sanctimony
matt r 12h
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.
2d · 41
if not bye
matt r 2d
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
2d · 116
apricot
matt r 2d
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 the day
3d · 33
in the square
matt r 3d
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 6d
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 · 64
sink ... sink
matt r Mar 26
sink up & drink your thanks

amberred holymen
               try to 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 · 64
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 · 208
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 · 57
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 · 68
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 · 49
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 · 88
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

you 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 you on my skin
Mar 12 · 212
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 · 104
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 · 159
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 · 66
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

& there is 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 · 75
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 · 65
pearloil
matt r Mar 8
the glistening
pearloil
which is You;
incarnate
on my ribbone.
Mar 7 · 142
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 · 91
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 · 52
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 · 73
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 · 347
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
to see you do
those giddy jumps
you do when we
walk together.

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 · 110
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 · 70
drumfill
matt r Feb 26
the rain sways me like a
hymn - some freestyle
jazz drumming melody.
Feb 25 · 220
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 · 89
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 · 185
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 !!!
Feb 24 · 122
her voice is sugar
matt r Feb 24
my eyes are doughnut-holed;
rolled in fluorescent calflove
& eaten by the long walk there

to where she talks, florid
and smelling of sweetgrass,
of her lemon pancake fling.
Feb 22 · 108
to:evie
matt r Feb 22
hanging out my mind doesn't begin
to describe it! but despite my alcohol
induced hubris the sun has made its
february debut and the birdsong is
married to laughter - who put
the pathetic next to fallacy?
balloon-headed we spoke over
coffee & a pint, putting family to
rights and friends in a bubble. the
world doesn't often show itself, and i
mean truly show itself - pixie-ringed
and kitten-eyed - but today you
teased it out with little more than
the breath between your words.
look at that, i feel better already.
matt r Feb 22
o soft lantern, teach me
how to gleam
in spite of petty falcons.
Feb 21 · 118
to:jordie
matt r Feb 21
some prologue this is shaping
up to be! in these little moments
we have together - the ones that
run like fauns - i think of your
lips when i told you my hat
matched the colour of your eyes.
your dimples - a tea time topic -
shone and i realised this is what
we are: a mosaic of arm taps
and doorway leans and cross
-room glances and blushes and
crushes and rushes of blood
to the head. little less than
touching but so much more than
middle names. me & you are
kismet.
"love is a faun
  who insists his playmates run."

sylvia plath - love is a parallax.
matt r Feb 20
two maybe three times a day the
wave
crashes on the surfer but he's
ready
he's seen the tide he's breathed
it
he's drank it and got it all bubbled
up
in his stomach like me with two
feet
on dry land but at least he's in
halfpipe
dreamland dancing the earthtime
groove
at least he knows what he's in
for
i'll just slalom down this beach
in
my petty thematic way and i'll
kick
over the sandcastles in protest
of
this prima nocta glassdust.
Feb 20 · 107
guppy lip
matt r Feb 20
i've seen hailstorms collapse
bigger pylons than i.
we stood on the guppy lip
of the ravines
they carved & you threw a stone.

it fell without complaint
and so i followed.
Feb 19 · 87
arc de bravais
matt r Feb 19
recall the petrichor of
the porcelain rain, breathe
& let it ring down your
spine. one day you will

be more okay than you're
ever going to be. sleep
then, between the china,
and dream of bluebells.
let me tell you! it's all gonna be okay.
Feb 19 · 136
pillbug
matt r Feb 19
rang around
in some exo
skeletal way.

even the gardens
of carbon, the cilia
lilies, don't rebuff
the sound of Him.
Feb 17 · 117
foxtail
matt r Feb 17
the foxtail dropped like a heavy
eyelid - never has there been a
silver thread to tie it to the sky.
Feb 17 · 86
raw wind scarf
matt r Feb 17
you pocket atoms like copper
coins - string me a necklace
to match my raw wind scarf.
"we put on
the raw wind like a scarf"

sylvia plath - love is a parallax
Feb 17 · 68
bullet teeth
matt r Feb 17
i'll caress a bullet with teeth
akimbo - to see your navel
skin the moon a button eye.
Feb 16 · 169
lowlight tea
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.
Feb 14 · 121
some droid song
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.
Feb 14 · 268
kizmit
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
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