thunderblossomA Poem by Matthew Young
stuck out
sitting on the line like lapis blue broken bells chime the city clock counting change in a corner cafe woosh goes the wind riding a wave of ocean outstretched pure penetrating yet peaceful they stare strangers snug in sin silly grins grinding gaudy glares of mean eyes etching dance on the drapes long flowing going all velvety to the floor where worlds unborn wait wonder wish of new life living already never dead new children laughing dogs barking trees climbing sky branches protruding into crayons construction paper peaceluv glue-sticks slide slowly along seams of courdory suspenders her favorite pair watching tv or looking at the future never forgetting the past static crackles over morning egg yolk sizzling 'ssssssssssssss' burnt bacon bubbling fat buttery biscuits orange juice blues milk music and so many kisses hearts glowing such light love everything good can't be described with words still now still life dreams unseen by her only me only me and no one else no one else © 2010 Matthew Young |
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1 Review Added on May 23, 2010 Last Updated on May 23, 2010 AuthorMatthew Youngapex, NCAboutMatthew Young is a new beat poet, and also a Doors fan, the second name Young --- in this case is correct --- because both the poetry and the poet are! I especially dug: 'Brendan Behans' Glass', 'Diet.. more..Writing
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