Matt Chevalier
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NeighborhoodsA Poem by Matt ChevalierSinging HousesMaking war with well-intended Wishes.Boys on Cliff-sesPlaying the HeroWhile the misses count against them |
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MorningA Poem by Matt ChevalierFrom a slit in the sky the peeringpeerless sunWatches my past self through window panesAwakening in a field of figurines I am bedazzled and fazed A.. |
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I'm Under a CeilingA Poem by Matt ChevalierI'm under a ceiling so ineffably darkNo matter No light No sound No sight.In these endless black windsMasquerading as Milestones,I had found something.. |
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The DancingA Poem by Matt ChevalierWhere are you and where did you go?Time's a train on a trackWith no ground belowYou're dancing in circles,Tornadoes are whispers to you.With arms outs.. |
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Ever-ChangingA Poem by Matt ChevalierThis ever-changing boxFacets all speaking some language I don't knowAs I'm standing in the middle, listening.Try moving the fluttering curtains awayWh.. |
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The Whatever RoomA Poem by Matt ChevalierWe're walking through hallwaysWith no open doorsWait.In fact, there are no doors at all.Right, all walls, nowhere to goNow, thoughts can be seen hereR.. |
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Don't PanicA Poem by Matt ChevalierA star shardBuried itself in a backyardThis little hole in the groundIs a universe all to itselfAnd no one can see it |
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Streetlights and Street Signs in their everlasting..A Poem by Matt ChevalierYellowMellowSignsMaking their presence obviously KnownThey might as well be screaming,The way they're violently shaking |
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TangibleA Poem by Matt ChevalierFinding the next room's noisesMuch too tangibleMy Arms are Littered with bruisesFrom solid blocks of NothingPounding upon every inch of me |
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Discarded GuitarA Poem by Matt ChevalierDiscarded guitar Allowing everything to flow past Stagnent strings gathering dust Waiting for cold fingers Waiting for warm hearts .. |
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