Author: r.matlack

pleasure

pleasure
as a measure
is your cup brimming
is your mind swimming
are your insides teeming
or are you half empty like me

pleasure
something to treasure
a fleeting glimpse
of a well known risk
taking the chance
fucking the consequence

pleasure
for her i endeavor
an enigma, but too clever
thousands of lines to decipher
its unsolvable architecture
states the truth is
there’s no right answer

pleasure
flip the lever
something to treasure
can’t be measured
the forever
and forever never
my endless endeavor

lose the girl

phase one
spill your guts
honesty
as a quality
never quite worked
well for me
anyway

phase two
she’ll
set the distance
push it between us
incrementally
greater with
every passing day

phase three
always demonstrates
the hands of fate
never had
happiness
planned for me

phase four
sidelined
I’ve been
marginalized
this spectator process
reaks with the
stench of familiarity

phase five
into the abyss
the bottomless pit
darkness
seals the edge
and engulfs me

phase six
repeat
and rinse.

daily headaches

waking
to
daily
headaches
resulting
from
lucid
dreams
the type you
wish you
didn’t wake from
the kind that tugs
on seams
stitched into
the infrastructure
and its
fabric
wrapped
tightly
enveloping
corners
draping
across
edges
touching
briefly
total
existence
its
constitution
consisting
of
inhales
and
exhales
heartbeats
blood coursing
through
constricting
arteries
thrusting
forcing
oxygen
preventing
this
aneurysm
the blood
clotting
thoughts
stopping
breaking
brain waves
clearing
double
overhead
crushing
hurling
this
imagination
swirling
touching
briefly
its
constitution
consisting
of
daily
headaches