Where did you go my queen,
Sun eluded,darkness hued the sky,
Clouds amalgamated and the sounds emerged,
Thunder tingling the mother earth,
Where did you go,you two little foot with your graceful fingers and celestial hands,
Wandering in the cosmos of obliviousness,
My mind envisaging your pastiche presence,
I see ur smile drifting on the rays of the imbued rainbow:
When the mellows of the zephyr that carried the voice of your breathe that breezed in to my breathe,

The ecstasy of tears cracked through the clustered clouds,
My hair winding as the zephyr roving through synecdoche strands...
My palm is under the influence of the dripping water,
and my eyes caught you floating, like the foliage leaf,
The ellipsoidal life carried your simulacrum,
I asked the drops of globular life that where did she impersonate you,
She limned with the bubbles that spoke chirpily:
"I saw her While I was in jaunt trip with the chariot clouds and lilting thunder,
she was strolling in the frolic fields fuddled with wallowing winds....
Her long hirsuite was in harmony with the zephyr,
As the brother zephyr was billowing in to her hair...".

I don't know where the place is,even my mind tends to imagine it,,
but I feel I too could fuse with you in the midst of that perpetual bliss,
I am waiting for you as my body transferring heat to the dripping life,
Didn't u hear those imbued silences that yelled your name...
Where did u go you plenary pulchritude,It is from you that I read what undulations are.....
If you don't come,I will...when I do...you wouldn't...
We will melt as one to the one....

I’m avoiding a void, Freud warned me of
by worming my way in to the apple of my eye
I know it sounds paranoid as above so below
ground zero dark thirty where I heard the well runs dry.
Hell, I wonder why I try to quench my thirst for knowledge
from any ***** puddle when I’m at a cow college
‘cuz nowadays I rather cuddle up with a good book
than be-fuddled by how to transgress, ring a bell hooks?
Well looks deceive and I can guess
by the wings you have yet to receive
we have come to the some of nothing
from something I thought we were far beyond
but maybe I was wrong at the end of it all.
You said it wasn’t my fault but then again,
Freire taught me how to lock
away my thoughts in a vault.

I’m hemmed in with Hemingway in the corner of the café.
We spend half the day laughing at our neighbors savoring
their lattes but condemning how they stray away from nature
‘cuz labor’s not their taste.
He says, “What a waste of time.
Do you see a better paradigm?”
I agree because I was scared at the time
to embarrass myself in front of an idol of mine.
I know it’s futile to rival a dead mind
but when they’re better than the headlines
I don’t mind if I never shine brighter than a dying light
‘cuz it only really matters in the end if I’m trying right?
but what am I trying for when I lost a friend to love and war?
Cut the ties, I’m alive.
Who was I dying for?
Who was I fighting for?
Who was I writing for?

Shelby tells me where the sidewalk ends
and well, he’s been a better friend than you’ve ever been;
ever since you left me and met he who shall not be named
nor blamed for this game you played against us.
Again trust was just a part of it all.
I was miserable like Margaret Hall.
Withdrawals always reinforce walls of remorse
and of course, I’m the source of all your problems
but who took the time to resolve them?
You weren’t forced to endorse any course of action
except follow the laws of attraction.
Perhaps gravity magnifies abreaction
or the severity of abstraction.
Yet Apollo would swallow
all his pride and passion
hollow out his home
and throw a match in.

© Matthew Harlovic

she lived in a bathtub
with a rubber duck
fished out of the ocean
by seafaring men
trawling for sirens to love
and mackerel

a murmuring mermaid desolated
only able to speak neptunium

i would have you believe
that i took pity upon her
but in truth i fell in love with a fish
a beautiful fish girl

it was her scent that drew me to her
a vaporis substance
like bouillabaisse

i inhaled her breath
feet
***
****
mouth
saliva
i carried her back to the indigo sea
to swim with her

always wet
shriveled and shivering
glazed and fuddled
i drowned
seven leagues under

fish food

Absinthe at dawn
a night club
a dance hall
a bordello
the world swept up
in Bohemian revolution
bright colors explode
inside fuddled brains
full of acid and do me
next or I steal your
planet Earth for my
Butterfly collection.
Orbits in orbits in
more orbits brick on
brick make a church
with graves outside
fading light at vespers
when they pray forever.

folded in upon herself
round curves and sharp lines
her brain all fuddled by it's grief
and her circumstance defines
she feels an empty shell
and so I've drawn her so
a girl without a face
for nobody can know
a person not themselves
but what others think they want
crushed inside this empty shell
the bravest soul to daunt
the empty loneliness engulfs
though surrounded by her peers
afraid to breathe or move or talk
locked inside her fears
and so she's sketchy pencil lines
for I have drawn her so
because one is not in color
until they can just let go
there is freedom in worship
but not if we are bound
we cannot even love ourselves
when worshipping those who walk the ground

It was his profoundly powerful magic
That took me into his lyrically
Lurid labyrinth to feel his sweet sweat
Drizzling down my aroused flesh
Liquefying vowels rising acquiescently
From his mouth as they danced randily
On the exterior of my lips
Giving me stupendous tingles
Conceptualizing what I wanted
To do with him tonight

I was intrigued by his ill beats
His electric street remixes
His variation of tasteful swagger
A cool, cultivated dude
Completely seasoned to perfection
He gave me musically, lovable memories
Slowed my flow down
With his bursting, earthy kisses
Gave me great radiance
As he zealously grabbed my body
Taking me in all his magnetic
Fluid masculinity

He was a strong and full-flavored
Meal in my mouth, a kingdom
Of scenic illuminations facing me
Giving me exhilarated imagination
His powerful peer had me unguarded
My heart hovering in his seduction
Feeling fuddled as he nuzzled
My beaming big breast with his hands
Filling me with incessant steam
Making my dreams supreme
As he left me covered in all
His alluring, glorified manliness

His love is the highest flight there is
He’s like bliss on a summer night
When the feelings are so right
His kisses take me away
His touches come to stay
His fingers trail my lips
Makes me love him deeper

To see a vision of heaven in my eyes
To see a man standing tall
Laced up with the haircut
With the swagger
With the Italian shoes to match
He flies me first-class on private jets
Served caviar and champagne
By elegant flight attendants

Laid back on Matira Beach
Relishing the sand surfacing our feet
Feeling the wind swirling in our world
Watching the sunshine hover high over us
Seeing the clouds pass by
How magical it is to feel his body on mine
How chill it is to be taken aback by his swag
He’s so hella smoke with a cold flow
He’s so hawt in his Versace swim shorts and sunglasses
With his Cartier watch
With his S21 Ultra 5G phone

Later, we’ll check-in
At the Intercontinental Bora Bora Resort & Thalasso Spa
Feel the love on a Saturday night
Relaxing up in our room
Sipping Billionaire *****
And smoking cigars
Lying in bed and cuddling
Feeling fuddled
Savoring this vivacious vacation