Author: r.matlack

anyway

i’ll
forget
the reason
they say
fuck it
anyway
can’t keep
the teeth grinding
all day
not today
not in
the mood
and
she
likes my smile anyway
dont want to watch it
chip away
as the day
turns bright
bright to dull gray
just want
to change the standard
break the
no escape
arguement that
turns to a
prejudged fate
some reason
to which
i never relate
reasonably
kept from
thinking
irrationally
not possible is it
not possible
anymore
if you dont want it
is there anyway

left

left without breath
an empty chest
blood surge
to my head
dizzy in
my dizziest
hands soon
become the
bussiest
following curves
to her breast
mouth enclosed
at the base of her neck
finger pressed
shhhh…across her lips
moving down
her dress slips
brushed away
past her hips
keeping balance
my weight shifts
hmmmm…
shiver and twitch
move behind
hands on wrist
arms restrained
clutched in fist
within reach
one for each
thigh breached
idle hand
moved past
moist gasp
sigh
sweet and wet
dare i say
as
deep i bet
hands tight
on thighs
face to face
the plunge and rise
fluttering lids
rolled back eyes
left
out of breath
cheek rests
on my chest
fingers roll
across her breast
better to be like this
than remain dressed

never enough of

grains of dirt
in a
glass bulb
turned
right side over
this is
a steady pour
undisturbed for
keeping track of
all there is
never enough of
time
the elusive father
wrinkle in
the timelines offer

of per-fec-tion

trapped in my
only for a second
or for
many a millenium
like a straight line
from here
to obvlivion
hard to fathom
the steady rhythm
seconds to minutes
keeping track
of all there is
never enough of
time

devine arrow

i wasn’t thinking
just driving
not thinking
recalling
a road winding
or something
about
the engines humming
that was mesmorizing
hypnotizing
i’m not sure
how it ended
maybe
in your parking lot
maybe i was
cloudy
eyes bloodshot
wasn’t until i got
out of my car
that I stopped
and

the sigh
of all sighs

escaped

eyes darted
and
traced…

at night
its called
sleepwalking
but what is it called
when your still
conscious
maybe i drifted
at the wheel
day dream
driving
saved by
your
devine arrow
guiding

me in

my bad luck

back again
stealing

breath

i fancy it
that way
stealing that is
to me
its not the same
as if it
was given to me
from my
simplest
time
less
the rampant mind
hands
bound with
twine
dust that settles
in the corner of
my pocket
finding
a hole
on its route
small enough to
let the blood drain out
dizzier than all
holy fuck
consumed
with all
and all my bad luck
bleeds into the picture
slowly
distorting
i can barely
distinguish
the figures
and i
dont seem to
mind

trigger

nice
thought
turns
to
action
mine
mindless
gripping
satisfaction
tight
fisted
eyes
squeezed
closed
trigger
finger
itching
lost
in
the
space
between
my
eyes
hiding
in
the
place
where
everything
goes
as
planned
with
the
damned
if
you do’s
if
you don’ts
saying
the
will
do’s
and won’ts
out to
sea
washed
onto the
shore
electronic
version
not
enough
any
more

rita

as i arrived
the beachside
weclomed me
with the already
wide eyed
engulfed by
a seething
urgency
creeping in
picking up steam
if this isn’t heaven
then
all i want is sin
as i swam out
with the clouds
spinning
this is
part of
what I was missing
the rip from swells
rolling in succesion
release through
a flood of adrenaline
swallowed whole
by the
ocean
wrapped tightly
in a swarm of
endorphins
breaking
the surface
gasping
along the shoreline
eyes searching
condos and
hotel balcony lights
punching holes
in the sky
just right
just enough light
one more set
one more ride
before i call it
a night
before i
throw the towel in
pointing north
waves crashing
if this isn’t heaven
give me
a life of sin

demise

my ears burn
my palms itch
sting
whats does
that mean
is someone
plotting
my desmise
while
seaching
your eyes
plans
made
dont seem
concerned
sink
patiently
ears
muffled
out the sound
whats this
no effect
although
i drown
my mind
stays intact
simple as
it is
its never
simple is it
visibly invisible
feeling all your..
isn’t exactly easy is it