#lucy
"Let me in?" I asked
She said, "Could you please go back"
Gave her my hand,
But she let it fall.
I picked it back up
But she was already gone;
I watched her walk away,
Smiling at the Sun
And I melted.
She was in the rain,
She was in the grass,
And I couldn't help but smile
When I saw her laugh.
I wanted people to see what I saw
Because it's better to be held
Than holding on
To nothing, nothing at all
She wanted to be by herself
And I swear I understood
Alone, but not lonely
But what about me?
Why couldn't she understand
That she was too good
For this world and its people
And to just stay hidden
She pushed me away
I couldn't be with her
But I watched and I smiled
So imagine the others
How would they see what I saw?
Now she's gone
And I remember everything
Every moment, every smile,
Every crinkle of her eyes
I'm not fine
She left without a word
And no one seems to know
But me and a few others
She was too good
For this world
She was too good to just
Sit in her world
I wanted her to be loved
The way I love her
And now I'm not fine
Because all I can do is remember.
She wanted to be by herself
Just her in her innocent world
And I swear I understood
She was alone, not lonely
But what about me?
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 6:46 AM UTC
The end of an era
The start of
Something new
Hopefully something better
No more curled up in bed
Watching I Love Lucy reruns
Going to the gym
Watching leaves swirl down around whoosh
Winter comes quietly
Ends fierce, like a lion
Fire burns in my chest
As I step into the classroom
Yet another era
Ended
Era, alas, the end has come
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
Lucy was a girl
With a bright red coat
Her kindness sweet
She was never alone
But sweet young Lucy
Didn't know
Her left from right from wrong
Sweet young Lucy
Didn't know the Devil's song
So our sweet young Lucy
When her cost was spattered with red
Didn't know when it happened
That her parents were dead
She bubbled with joy
And giggled so sweet
When Lucifer said her name
"Some day you will be my queen," He said
"After you play the Orphan's Game."
"I will see that if you win
You will be the ruler of sin."
So Lucy laughed and said of course
"Sweet dreams!"
She said,
To her parents while they bled
Now clueless Lucy played his game
And lied the homeless to sleep
To the blind man, the she said
"It's safe to cross the street."
She played his game
And told his lies
And the game had been won
But even then
When she was done
The chaos had
Just begun
She didn't know
What she had wrought
And pain and lashings
The devil man brought
But not to his queen
For she was his Lady in Red
Sweet young Lucy
Would never be dead
Lucy played
His Orphan's Game
Eventually sweet young Lucy
Soon grew up
And Lucy one day
Fell in love
Of course it was Satan's luck
The Lady in Red with the softest touch
It was a gory romance
The Queen of Sin
Let the devil man's
Emotions in
And since dear Lucy
Was all grown up
She gave in
To Lucifer's lust
And when I say
That blood was shed
Trust me
And Lucy's sweetness
Was not dead
Some call her darling
Or his Queen of Sin
Some call her Lucy
Or God, even
God was a woman
With a blood-stained coat
The devil man's wife
Swimming in her blood moat
Where the bodies of her parents
Would slowly float
And sometimes scratched
The bottom of the boat
Lucy has won
The Orphan's Game
Lucy had played
without shame
Lucy had had let
The devil in
And she became
The Queen of Sin
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
Simple things for simple people;
they live a simple life,
marry a simple wife and
have simple children and
leave a simple history for
the world, upon their death.
They stumble on a beautiful
today and trip on a wonderful
tomorrow; and prosper always.
They live out their lives
in peace and die quietly
without suffering and at ease.
They are like the rising
and setting of the sun
that comes and goes quietly.
They are the envy of
everyone that knows struggle,
war or pain: this I know.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
come on baby we can do it
if you listen to the music
and follow the movements.
lose it all to a lucid dream
a fluid stream of consciousness
between another being.
it’s a freeing feeling
to see the ceiling
crash before your eyes.
i find it kind of healing
to witness one’s demise
‘cuz it’s gone in a flash
but it’s feels alright
not to fight the light.
© Matthew Harlovic
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
~~~
for Lucy: who gave me the title, three poems, a compliment, and the X Factor {inspiration} then disappeared
~~~
the spume,
the sea foam concentrate, a greener white,
from the the salt and the souls of million dead organisms,
the natural compost of its formation
it, watches the poet, who watches it,
the spume,
come ashore for its final act of
immolation by evaporation
which is why the random act of
an unseen ministering force,
fills my ears with humbling glory of
Samuel Barber's
Agnus Dei,^
my fresh reminder that this
fooling, swelling chest
in this temporary abode of mine human shape,
by the sea,
its passage and welling swelling,
is prepaid for too
expiration by evaporation
as all the white wooly lambs march to the sea,
transmigrating,
returning to spume
~~~
Lyrics to Agnus Dei
^ Alleluia Alleluia
For our Lord God Almighty reigns
Alleluia Alleluia
For our Load God Almighty reigns
Alleluia
Holy Holy
Are You Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
You are Holy
Holy
Are You Lord God Almighty
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
Amen
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
Felonious bologna spread
sweet meaning lips to air
through air to ear.
Good kids grew up framed
Bad kids grew up changed
Zip burnt bone butts
Sweep the back patio
Procure snap lights
Glow sticks in darkness
Vibration received
One hand on the other's trail
White-blue red-pink
Write names with innate
Shapes in muscle memory
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Line Dancing with Lucifer
The breeze breathes like the Earth shares
the same pulse.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
but never fall.
The tingles tickle my toes.
I listen with my eyes.
Lucy isn’t in the sky with diamonds.
She’s passed out at the hotel bar.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
But always fall.
I am line dancing with Lucifer.
Erret. The record
scratches. If he likes the way
my hips sway, then
we don’t have to make a
deal. Adios,
amigo. I’m out of this hell hole.
(Literal hole leading from Hell)
The grass smells greener and
tastes taller on the
flipside. I walk on my hands everywhere
I go. Suga **** you on your hands again?
You’ll marry a rich man
one day, they said. He will
walk on two feet.
Barely bipedal.
EVOLUTION IS A LIE.
Que habla me nada.
The paintings started speaking soliloquies.
To be or not to be?
I don’t remember answering
the question.
I fall down the rabbit hole but
I never trip.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Lucy
Oh sweet lucy.
You are so kind.
You always listen to me
You look at me
With your kind eyes.
So gentle.
I love you, my little puppy.
My baby.
Im sorry you have to live with my dad
But as long as we live together we will protect eachother.
I know i can count on you.
Each time i come home,
And your little tail wiggles,
It warms me
I love it when you give me hugs.
You are just the cutest thing
We get to watch each other grow up
And im proud to be your daddy
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
4/20
99
indescri-
bible,
colum-
bine.
This launched,
a devious
plan-
something the whole
world needs to
understand:
Society makes its mark,
their wish came true.
&elieve; me when i say
they thought nothing of me
or you.
they only drew you near.
You be-
lieved,
to them,
you we-
re dear.
But then one day, you realized, you were no longer their peer.
Leaving their reputation:
smeared.
You told them your worries
you said them LOUD and clear,
they didn’t give a ****
instead they riddled you with fear.
they really shouldn't care.
but you had to leave your mark, when
living in their massed produced ware
forced you to spend your days in the dark.
it is true
within everything they do.
they do not really care.
society serves to exploit me
while exploiting you, too.
------------------------------------
So this is where we stand,
among all the **** in the land.
and we still wonder why another man’s grass
is far more grand.
we must eradicate
everything we were told to ever know
do you know the devil
may live within your own
very home?
So many sit and wait
with their message in a bottle,
but what we need to do
is go heavy on the throttle.
Build yourself a sanctuary,
somewhere in merry's land
become Mr. Manson,
or maybe you prefer,
Scarlett Johansson.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
(from 2012)
A chance reveals itself before me,
Happenstance too good to pass-
I take this to the street, I’m changing how I see.
My heart races, my heartbeat fast begins to flee
My world becomes vast
In a waterless sea
I see the movement in every tree
As I float on a greener grass
Compelled by my knees to take me where I see
I follow the calling, only a body
A nail guided by magnets moving as mass
I’m no longer confined by reality
A world crafted by an artisan in geometry,
To think every star that meets my eye greets me from the past
And we are living trapped and pointlessly.
The sun peers over the horizon at me,
Light warms my world fast
But warmer are my thoughts, the chance that found me
Moved my world and set it free.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
If he could talk what would he say?
If she could talk what would she say?
If it could speak where would it stray.......
I speak for Lucifer.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
don't weep above this hatred
this plague shall soon be through
while we climb the ladder into the heavens
breathe the sweet and childish laughter
whistling this new profound and beautiful truth
may the capsules of stardom be removed
lest the gold of you be unglued
then we'll play our shows on mountaintops
and draw them in the millions
beyond all the written pleasures that exist for just a few
when this crystal city's completed
sparkling sapphires in royal blue
emerald's with the faces of the Aegean
barely touch on the euphoria, on the eyes I've looked into
there is electricity in this symphony of humanness
pale or black and blue
then these melted flavors of our curses
may dissolve between us too
Until your mouth is dry of spit
and our lips are numb from use
let's dance inside the venom
dear lucille pulls us through
miss heroine and her guiding rays
beat the storm away
A journey that had never been
aurulent skin she didn't see herself in
tied to a chair, while she choked and I pulled her hair
I found a real good girl there
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Ah, how Lucy's hair waved in the wind,
leaving nothing but copper strings behind.
Ah, how Lucy's voice flew in between the hurricanes raindrops,
leaving nothing but the fague sound of an angelic ballad.
Ah, how Lucy's hands would stroke the rose's thorns,
leaving nothing but a track of ****** fingerprints.
Ah, how Lucy's lips where always pouty,
leaving nothing but promising kisses behind.
Ah, how Lucy left.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
I am speechless,
have no words,
I can't speak,
I am wordless
Never I had expected this,
that something like this,
would happen to you.
I am so sorry
I am speechless,
left behind wordless,
I forgot how to speak,
don't know what to say,
but your name,
Lucy
Lucy
Lucy
I love you,
Lucy
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Lucy was in the sky,
eyes shining like diamonds.
She knew she could never die.
Her hair melted in with the tree's roots
The blues mixed with the greens,
and she was wanted by every teen.
Best friends with Alice,
Too beautiful to be ignored,
was forever filled with a silent malice.
Lucy made us all feel endless,
Colors looked better
Everything left us breathless
Lucy and Alice always together
Life is so much sweeter
Now that we're all light as a feather
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Lucy is so electric
Her skin is paper perforated dripping with her liquid blood
Her love is like the world hard and true
Deep black eyes and lips are plumes of color that bleed through themselves and back again
She is restless in my skin and pulses through my flushing face
Smiling and connecting all things
When I kiss her
It all melts
I can't see and can't spell
I can't tell time
And I'm okay with dying
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
SOMETIME BEFORE
The closet was lit,
barely flickering
while
Lucy searched around the mounds
of toys
and I could only watch, she had a rotary telephone
down there, the floor would creak
and whimper in reaction to the sudden release and drop of
more toys, more action figures, more lamps left behind
and dollhouses swept aside while Lucy dug in there
reaching around those dark places spiders love to hide
when finally she turned to me and found it.
“Monopoly!”
FORTRESS
We'd set up
a tent
on the far side of her room, snow
was falling
and tapping against the windows
and her skylight
which softly came down
so we couldn't see the clouds.
Inside our fort,
the blanket tent we played Monopoly,
we played for a while and she looked so beautiful there
with her black hair
and freckles
and she looked at me while it was her turn in the game
and she smiled and I felt like I was floating off into the skylight and even further than that.
LAUGH
Lucy was laughing
at some stranger
yelling down two floors
at another stranger playing
loud music
in his apartment on the side
parallel to us. She was
laughing quite loudly
and I had to tell her
to hush or the stranger
might yell at us too.
We crawled back into
the blanket fort
and packed up monopoly
and she asked
“what do you want to do now?” or at least
that's what I think she said. I wanted
to kiss her
I wanted to
kiss her
and those
freckles
and that
laugh.
LIGHTNESS
AA
Lucy's flashlight
wouldn't work without
new batteries it kept
sputtering on and off
like the closet so she ran
downstairs to ask for new
batteries
and I laid face-up on the carpeted floor
at the skylight
and the snow which covered it,
the only sound which got louder
and louder was the ticking of a
small clock on her white stucco walls.
I felt the carpet, clung to it with my fingers
and even though her room wasn't heated,
lacked a fireplace,
and all I had on was a t shirt and jeans.
I felt like a pyre
growing and growing until
suddenly the whole place was
engulfed and my cheeks were rosy
and I closed my eyes
carefully listening to that sound
of ticking
and Lucy running back up the stairs,
it was December but it was so warm
in here. Her hair was black.
The dark wasn't all bad.
SLEEPY
“I got it working” Lucy
announced proudly with her
flashlight planted
down on the floor
and spaciously
making our fort more
alive, our shadows bold
and inescapable on the surrounding
walls. We told a few lame
improvised ghost stories
she found some of them funny
I found some of them funny
and we both got so sleepy
and we found ourselves
laying down inches apart
I told her she was pretty
and she kissed me
and she only kissed me once
but once was enough
for me back then
and everything
became fuzzy
while my heart cycloned in my chest
and I didn't feel so sleepy anymore
APRIL
Hercules was fighting the Hydra,
Lucy and I sit on her couch downstairs
it's spring and the windows are open
her mom paces outside, cigarette in hand
her dad on the computer behind us
and I wait barefoot feeling the rough
texture of her couch and
Lucy fiddles with the
VHS case of
the movie on screen
now. Her hair is black
and falling past her shoulders,
the doorbell rings
and my mom is here
bag in hand
I get up, give her a hug
and I give Lucy a hug
the door is closed
we walk together
down the stale hallway of
her apartment
we get in the car
and pull out from the parking lot
and drive away
and that was the last time I saw her
and I wonder
if Hercules ever defeated
the Hydra.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
One step in the room,
my eyes latch onto your own,
never letting go.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
My brother and the others,
Make me very mad,
I wish they didn't have the numbers,
Because if I did they would be the ones being sad!
I hate them for their jokes,
Always picking on me,
They act if life down here is a hoax,
Well I'll tell you if it was we wouldn't be down here now would we?
They act as if this is all going to blow over!
Well I bet you its not!
No luck of any clover,
Can save us from this evil plot.
Zombies are here.
Zombies will stay.
No doubt about it.
We will never get our way!
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
tradition is more than yesterday’s stories
old photographs and dusty keepsakes
it is the remembering of tomorrow
it is the nervous acting out
of ceremony with candles and words
of an ancient story of wonder and light
it is the gladsome preparation
of the festive foods for the jolbord
and the pride of happy hosts
it is the gentle noise of children playing
the rumbling conversation of friends remembering
the tear in a grandparent’s eye
it is the leap in our hearts at midwinter’s turn
it is the song that ever celebrates life’s wonder
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
This bed is a comfort,
Much like the sounds of used water
flowing through ninety-year-old pipess,
Soothing me,
while the sounds of the city
are brooding inside of me,
and it’s the same.
It may be the pinnacle
of 1922, pre-collapse Providence,
but it’s the same.
It may be different,
but it’s just the same,
And that's just the way it is
So I cool this brain that's on the fritz
And do my best to keep sane.
The wallpaper is interactive
and there's an infinitude
of pigeons on a television screen
that is worth more than my apartment,
and it’s still the same.
The rug is soaked just the same,
the lingering odor of feet is the same,
and I can feel all the ghosts of guests
from the last century trying to,
dying to speak to me
and through me,
and it’s the same.
The way the sun rises makes me feel like
I have no cause to be awake or asleep,
but I’m awake,
and it’s the same.
The stress of lost cigarettes,
and the blame of untapped digresses into unnecessary depths
is the same.
The way I’m viewing the start
of this day that hasn't yet
is the same,
and it’s a shame.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
there's a certain beauty in the unknown.
a certain beauty in not knowing if
you're as crazy about me as i am about you.
there's a certain beauty in knowing that
my heart is tied up in such a knot that even
a seasoned boy-scout would cringe at the sight of it,
all because of you.
so many nights i have spent looking at the moon,
hoping you were doing the same.
and oh-so many nights have been spent swallowing
pills with various numbers inscribed on their very surface,
just to try to forget about your absence.
but the thing about the unknown and drugs and the moon
is that none of them can even come close to the beauty
that you possess.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC