Poem: Spring Thaw |
SPRING THAW
While fly fishing for rainbow-bellied trout
on the slick steep bank
of a roiling, rumbly, tumbly, bumbly river,
a woman encased in ice
crashed into ...
Posted by Matt on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 11:21:00 PST |
Poem: Grooving with Goats |
GROOVING WITH GOATS
Filled with the Spirit and
wanting to dispense it like gumballs,
the priest went to the rave to
dance with potential sheep, but in
his black garb in the ...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 02:20:00 PST |
Poem: Godliness |
GODLINESS
She used to rub my belly
in circles
like a backyard Buddha
and open longnecks
before she
brought them to me
just because
Once someone deems you a god
how can you...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:59:00 PST |
Poem: Down |
DOWN
Hand in hand in
fingers wrapped
walking through the comforter of
a big-around oak wood,
we were stopped sharp by a sharp cliff.
I showed her the patchwork sky
between the leaves.&nb...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:51:00 PST |
Poem: I Don't Want to Kiss You |
I DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU
we both drank like dehydrated camels and
you were wearing one of those
halfie t-shirts that shows
your bellybutton
which always turns me on
and you flopped on ...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 10:12:00 PST |
Poem: What I Have Prayed For: Four Paths Towards the Futherance of Bliss |
WHAT I HAVE PRAYED FOR: FOUR PATHS TOWARDS THE FURTHERANCE OF BLISS
Part 2. Blindness
Just once
to have the foresight to avoid
love's selective cannibalism by
drilling a hole into the ba...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 09:08:00 PST |
Poem: What I Have Prayed For: Four Paths Towards the Furtherance of Bliss |
WHAT I HAVE PRAYED FOR: FOUR PATHS TOWARDS THE FURTHERANCE OF BLISS
Part 1 - Head Injury
Just once
to have the strength to
get on all fours,
hands and knees,
and lay my heated chee...
Posted by Matt on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 09:36:00 PST |
Poem: A Woman of Lace |
A WOMAN OF LACE
This one time
I truly met her
closely
(hot breath close)
and then could see
the silvered filaments of h...
Posted by Matt on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 09:50:00 PST |
Poem: Saint Jenny |
SAINT JENNY
The first miracle she performed was
at the breakfast table --
she darkened her toast.
The following day she
lightened it, deciding definitively
that she preferred it that w...
Posted by Matt on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 07:22:00 PST |
Poem: With a Dead Baby in the Backseat |
WITH A DEAD BABY IN THE BACKSEAT
You drive carefully with
a baby in the backseat. Strap in the sucker
like an astronaut and inch your way
through the world, ever mindful,
ever fearful (you kno...
Posted by Matt on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 02:39:00 PST |
