Matthew

The last traces of paper squares

Razing your mind and sticking to consciousness

The milk of loneliness and a sleepless night

cirlcles running and sheep scared of fences

a train running late; forgetful

Dropping thoughts down the abyss

Do you hear them hit the bottom?

Stuck listening

Striking calluses, I feel it now

Letting the fingers trip over familiar strings

A returning runner meeting an old hill

It’s like a left it

But the bed is now cold

Trying to pull the lightbult from your mouth

The II-V-I

High highs and strange lows

The deaths float by

A bird seems to see the glass

Are they trying to break the glass or break?

Why?

They keep hitting

A quick flam tap and there two go

A collar is a noose

Red is a color that sleeps well

Forgettable person

I forgot you

Why is it now I remember

After you died once i forgot

Now I remember

Is it now innapropriate to be quiet and apologetic?

I am not sorry

God I love to say it though

Quiet slurred words met with masks

Opinions are polarizing

They are right and your are wrong

Discussion is effort and they don’t have time for you.

You didn’t have time for them.

Forgettable person what would you tell me?

Drink?

Smoke?

Laugh?

Fuck?

Have a puppet show with socks?

Late nights and cheap flavored vodka?

Climbing decks and cheap paper squares?

Cigarettes and swerving runs?

I thought you had a fiance.

Shit hit it but you seemed to be a fan.

You had a penchant for hitting fowl balls

she need you you know

The MS and now you.

What do you think youre doing?

what do you think you did?

He, she, them, me

We needed you

We needed to know that you were alive.

I forgot you.

I confess I forgot you and I’m sorry.

YOU did this

YOU selfish bastard

you

If were were sitting around that fire, what would you say?

Could you tell me that it was an accident?

Could you tell her?

Just come get a damn drink with me.

Call me. I dont want pictures and pseudosocials.

I want to talk to you.

I want to play dodge the goddamn mulch

I want to play trash ball

The kind of games brought on by a deluge of deranged creativity

The kind reserved for the terminally bored pumped full of Ritalin and criticism

Blond swagger

Women throwing themselves at you

Dirty jokes and travel

Young redheaded women and inopportune stumblings

Playing pool, listening to music

Making cheese steaks and why are you dead?

Tell me a joke

A shiva of thoughts isn’t so helpful

But how helpful is a shitty casserole?

You arent forgettable.

You should have had a happy family

Worked at a tire store and fucked off into the sunset but you had to not be forgettable

You had to carve your name bloody on my eyelids.

Let me sleep.