https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/The Young... Auld lang syne when, au poivre, the sun seemed earthly and hung in the sky like a baleen, and laughing, we all rode in jitneys. something for the walls, for myself.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/509925Come tip the bottle run wild out its mouth and that's where my eyes have been for the past years so rapt up in whiskey smiles, and the wind slides in like cold hands under my arms walking down these sidewalks bar to bar to bar, the sidewalks...... it swam up towards me in shadow flicker waves,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/508134Meg, Hello, Dear. I felt it was necessary to begin a message relationship seeing how we are to be married in the future. I feel that if we begin to get to know one another through letters, e-mail, and what have you, we'll be better equipped for the moments we will no doubt spend in each others...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/507509In all sheets, blankets worn old and drapped over and across shoulders, children running wild dusty feet across some kind of lazy dog tongue afternoon. Summer lasted like a grandmother's stilted smile and the heart beat breathing suddeness of puppy excited feeding, it ballons from eyes and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/507508"Oh She was summer water fine, Ol' Boy, a real Arthur's Camelot, She was, sitting there in the low light on a Saturday night watching the sun sink itself kindly...Rocking chair Lovely, long black hair, green eyes, I addressed love letters to them often, I remember..... "She was my Woman, Ol' Boy,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/507354I haven't been on here for some time now. I got back off deployment and really kind of fell into a funk, a real muck of mental catharsis, a writer's dank, muddy dogwater that sucks at the boots and words...blaa...anyway, I've started writing some more, so if you feel like stopping by and taking a...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/507351The greatest living proof lived in bars, walked the streets And, Fell into a hotel dream of cheap, whiskey scented sheets, the smell of cherry cloves And Skin.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/471415Last night I fell on my floor, my knees knocking carpet, I fell so hard into my confusion, Deep as a nightmare and long as her restless, tight skinned thighs, I should have gotten up to turn down the cool air circling the room that night like landing crows feet, But it was too damn dark and I was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/464303Whatever I could hope for, I turn into you Shaving in my silence and underwear with the lights turned low The sheets are in a nervous twist of sweat and upset, and I know the bed will feel no aching pain under your body, warm and wet still from a shower So don't walk past my street corner hands...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/464075The air cooled softly and became heavy with night, and kingdoms of insects on dark promenades buzzed with fever all around Deacon as he laid out in the field, an old wagon wheel cradled in fingered grasses, ticking out smiles and even, steady sighs... he thought a lot about Agatha... The get...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Mathenieu/461607The seawall breathed out past us, belonging to that earth, sand rock and memory many years before my dreaming eyes laid rest on any of my lovely ladies and trying words, as we all took our places, backs against the water-rushed whistling winds tipping hats like madmen, We lit up the good plant...