Submissions by mbass33 (matthew bass)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a Weeds poet first and foremost and will be one till death.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 6:24pm
5th Nov 2013 6:24pm
Short Musings About St. Louis: Perspective From The City Diner
My hair falls out
My bones crumble
My tongue and eyes vanish.
Next to my dark side
are all these thoughts about
Mondays and Fridays and Wednesdays
and more coffee and cigarettes.
My bones crumble
My tongue and eyes vanish.
Next to my dark side
are all these thoughts about
Mondays and Fridays and Wednesdays
and more coffee and cigarettes.
632 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 6:17pm
5th Nov 2013 6:17pm
Stomping Ground
..with old languages lost
old stomping grounds are
viewed with suspicion.
Everything freezes in a slur
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.
Looking
into another vicious hole
into the reflection
of another vicious glass
showing no mercy
at the throat...and the soul.
Struggling
to find feet
to find balance
struggling for the next step
searching for...
something unattainable.
old stomping grounds are
viewed with suspicion.
Everything freezes in a slur
at the edge of the stool
bleeding...bleeding
into pools of sweat
from blued collars.
Looking
into another vicious hole
into the reflection
of another vicious glass
showing no mercy
at the throat...and the soul.
Struggling
to find feet
to find balance
struggling for the next step
searching for...
something unattainable.
762 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 10:40pm
15th Oct 2013 10:40pm
Two Poems About A One Night Stand
I.
Tonight, I will hold you,
the lakeshore crashing
on rocks vibrating with
ripples on the shoreline.
To Think! The years wasted
living one day to the next
without you near me.
Your caress-Ductile clay.
I break to pieces under
the slightest tinge of pressure
falling like ash in the sand
from your forbidden cigarette.
II.
On a cold morning
drunker than I intended to be
the color of your eyes
are as lost as your name,
I refuse
to look.
The guilt...
Tonight, I will hold you,
the lakeshore crashing
on rocks vibrating with
ripples on the shoreline.
To Think! The years wasted
living one day to the next
without you near me.
Your caress-Ductile clay.
I break to pieces under
the slightest tinge of pressure
falling like ash in the sand
from your forbidden cigarette.
II.
On a cold morning
drunker than I intended to be
the color of your eyes
are as lost as your name,
I refuse
to look.
The guilt...
627 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 9:32pm
9th Oct 2013 9:32pm
I am Still In Love
Through all these years
I've waited and waited
and waited for you
to hold me like you
once promised.
I am beguiled!
Perplexed!
In Love!
And much closer
to death.
Time has passed us by
while you just sit there
and never say anything.
I've waited and waited
and waited for you
to hold me like you
once promised.
I am beguiled!
Perplexed!
In Love!
And much closer
to death.
Time has passed us by
while you just sit there
and never say anything.
746 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 3:39pm
4th Oct 2013 3:39pm
Withdrawal
This Wasteland!
The rain falls through holes in the ceiling.
This only happens when the clouds are out.
Pupils dilate and shake-
I have insomnia again.
The world's turned crooked-
Where did my axis go?
Awake on the floor again.
Inside the drawer is a gift
I'm too afraid to open-
This will kill me eventually.
She will laugh! before she says
hello!
and touches my elbow.
I already know
I will tell her
everything is fine.
The rain falls through holes in the ceiling.
This only happens when the clouds are out.
Pupils dilate and shake-
I have insomnia again.
The world's turned crooked-
Where did my axis go?
Awake on the floor again.
Inside the drawer is a gift
I'm too afraid to open-
This will kill me eventually.
She will laugh! before she says
hello!
and touches my elbow.
I already know
I will tell her
everything is fine.
875 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 4:19pm
4th Sep 2013 4:19pm
Muse
A place in
my heart
my soul
my libido
has been:
torn on long walks to nowhere
from Cordoba to Sevilla,
holy faces with holy smiles radiating
on sleepless nights.
murdered by angry shotguns
slipping away on Spanish credit,
thousands of trumpets blasting
down shell-scarred avenues;
the crescendo rippling
below the surface.
saved for...
my heart
my soul
my libido
has been:
torn on long walks to nowhere
from Cordoba to Sevilla,
holy faces with holy smiles radiating
on sleepless nights.
murdered by angry shotguns
slipping away on Spanish credit,
thousands of trumpets blasting
down shell-scarred avenues;
the crescendo rippling
below the surface.
saved for...
788 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 4:08pm
4th Sep 2013 4:08pm
Meditations And Tea Cups
Paths to devotion-through you,
the one way to cleanse my thoughts-
through you-kinetic energy
nibbling at the eardrum.
I'm boiling the tea you gave me
because you are more human
than you would ever admit,
it's important to brew it perfectly.
In a room of lucid hues
I'll eat alone again
with the tea perfectly brewed
as
every sound
every step
every breath
is the sweet melody of you
on a pre-spring night.
the one way to cleanse my thoughts-
through you-kinetic energy
nibbling at the eardrum.
I'm boiling the tea you gave me
because you are more human
than you would ever admit,
it's important to brew it perfectly.
In a room of lucid hues
I'll eat alone again
with the tea perfectly brewed
as
every sound
every step
every breath
is the sweet melody of you
on a pre-spring night.
644 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 6:23pm
3rd Sep 2013 6:23pm
Chicago In January
Branches drip with snow and moisture,
touch the night sky.
Chicago can be so cold
pigeons pray for sun
at 2 a.m.
on tracks
that shouldn't be able to support anything.
Chimney smoke form clouds
speeding northeast ahead of schedule
past the houses, the parked cars
the conductors, the imaginary passengers.
Streetlights guide the train
down a platform of expanding perspective,
deep reds and oranges flicker
on mixing boards created from kitchens
that smell of Polish food.
...
touch the night sky.
Chicago can be so cold
pigeons pray for sun
at 2 a.m.
on tracks
that shouldn't be able to support anything.
Chimney smoke form clouds
speeding northeast ahead of schedule
past the houses, the parked cars
the conductors, the imaginary passengers.
Streetlights guide the train
down a platform of expanding perspective,
deep reds and oranges flicker
on mixing boards created from kitchens
that smell of Polish food.
...
841 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 00:30am
27th Aug 2013 00:30am
Spring
Music blares
beer bottles
crash
on cement.
Polished rims
shine
in the moonlight
on Chicago Ave.
Everyone is out tonight
to prove something:
to the cops
to the neighborhood
to themselves.
Youth betrayed
by cold bravado
waiting in shadows
for anything
on the first night of spring.
beer bottles
crash
on cement.
Polished rims
shine
in the moonlight
on Chicago Ave.
Everyone is out tonight
to prove something:
to the cops
to the neighborhood
to themselves.
Youth betrayed
by cold bravado
waiting in shadows
for anything
on the first night of spring.
651 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 7:31pm
8th Aug 2013 7:31pm
If Nothing Is Coincidence I Wouldn't Want To Miss Anything
I do not run at the pace of accomplishment,
I am far too careless to be unraveled
about the next time we'll meet again,
holding onto the strings of my emotions
running on thin membranes from dimension
to dimension.
We move like ripples in time connected by
the weeks and months that tick away on fast forward
through trials seen and faced through millennia
pulled closer in ellipticals. Two pre-destined objects
on a collision course before the supernova. ...
I am far too careless to be unraveled
about the next time we'll meet again,
holding onto the strings of my emotions
running on thin membranes from dimension
to dimension.
We move like ripples in time connected by
the weeks and months that tick away on fast forward
through trials seen and faced through millennia
pulled closer in ellipticals. Two pre-destined objects
on a collision course before the supernova. ...
854 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 8:51pm
3rd Apr 2013 8:51pm
Joe's Grave
We poured beer
not sorrow on your grave.
We buried cigarettes
in a place you would find them.
We almost stole your ashes,
you deserve better
than to rest
in a place
full of
death.
not sorrow on your grave.
We buried cigarettes
in a place you would find them.
We almost stole your ashes,
you deserve better
than to rest
in a place
full of
death.
1019 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 10:26pm
25th Jun 2012 10:26pm
Linger On
(You)
Sublime and calm,
pecking and cooing
at the unseen side of my brain.
A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor
asking me to come hard and let go this time;
sometimes it´s on the floor
sometimes it´s on the bed
sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.
I hope and dread but secretly wait
for you to tickle me with your soft syllables
to pull down my arms
and massage my lungs
until they fall on top
of my broken heart,
but
you
do
nothing.
When you...
Sublime and calm,
pecking and cooing
at the unseen side of my brain.
A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor
asking me to come hard and let go this time;
sometimes it´s on the floor
sometimes it´s on the bed
sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.
I hope and dread but secretly wait
for you to tickle me with your soft syllables
to pull down my arms
and massage my lungs
until they fall on top
of my broken heart,
but
you
do
nothing.
When you...
996 reads
2 Comments
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