Matthew's scribbles

In a buzzing of crazy lightning splintered dreams of pipe smoke curiousness and whiskey scented lovin' wheels turning like abandon windmills out on some dusky-hillside- bit-of-lonely, with only his goddamn thoughts, the end of some moon blessed empire, a fading Florentine Knight on his cloudy white... Sign in to see full entry.

I came from the sea of your body, soaking wet with your labor and your pain, and they took cloth to my beginners skin erasing our smell, undoing your touch... This is where we lost our spark, you and I, though we didn't know it then, when they cut me away from your heated bowl, your loving catalyst... Sign in to see full entry.

The Boy....scared wooden eyes, hell, I saw if even then, perhaps not yet knowingly, my swarm of insects depression, wheat cloudy and settling in like raindrop ticking dreams, unfiltered....The Boy Sign in to see full entry.

"I alone build my sadness, my top hat is full of my fledgling madness, It comes in those grit teeth moments, eyes squeezing like lemons for strong fingers, Ol' boy, when I can't see the lions on the beach or my green eyed lover belly to belly with my young heart in past bedding, And it was when the... Sign in to see full entry.

Kissing with sticky lips and the aftermath of white icing in our eyes, Standing with drunken giggles and chuckles, toes clutching frightened bunches of grass and tiny pebbles, We tittered like boozing giants, building nervous breaths before kisses we felt coming the whole night, And we felt so... Sign in to see full entry.

This Saturday night is dying such a slow death, And the confusion and frustration ticking out this heart, Is loud and screaming like Indian drums of Midwest history, and she is picking up dead flowers with a sigh, unsure, A lost submarine, And she is my lonely dinosaur, dying such a slow death with... Sign in to see full entry.

Rain come down, my lover, as you are to me, as I am; the man with the big brass bed, and eyes like browning stones, wooden lukewarm swirls of painted shipwrecks, the low end of some nightmare before our open hands that drift towards our open mouths, dead thorn birds, exhausted and splintered, a... Sign in to see full entry.

A Golden Hair Surprise Blonde as a lion's mane and long as nights and restless shipwrecks, holding on to our perishable suns and blowing kisses into each other with lips wet with heat and sugar sweat, We will love each other full as the moon, whitewashed, This golden hair surprise and I. An Apology... Sign in to see full entry.

I sit beside you on warm hollowed summer nights Because we share picnic table understandings and quiet smiles, You talk to me after everyone else is dead or asleep because I won't look at you when I have something to say, and I whisper my fever to you because I am afraid of what I might say aloud,... Sign in to see full entry.

Do you see this crown? I will wear this crown of thorns much like jesus but for more noble a cause, I wear this cover of broken family tears, I will shove it down hard across my brow, This tribal head wear of a broken boy's fake plastered smiles, I will center this monument of a mother's neglect so... Sign in to see full entry.