Sunday, April 21, 2013

A couple of poems

 

 

 

Becoming

 

Ego bereft of consistency
Betrays a heart hungering to toll.
Unable to trust its will
Or harbor imaginary gods,
It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability
Can give convincing cover
To buy time to fabricate
An identity that feels unique,
Yet not so much so
As to strand it in the cosmos
Bereft of soulful company.



 

 

Cat Eyes at Wally World

 

Deadly in the grocery aisles
Where they wait
To strike
After toying with tentative prey
Luring with surrogates their hidden carnivorous power
Quiet, allowing implicit swagger in the dress,
Forward cap tilt reveals enough brown hair gleam,
Sleek cheek
To quick sidelong stares,
Bolero vest
Easy jeans
Stretchy
Legs
Ambush set at cross-aisles
Prey has not forgotten indelible impression
Knows a head-on look's expected
To avoid collision
Or
Accept one...
Zing

 



9 comments:

  1. Thank you for these, Matt. I read them with pleasure.

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  2. Thanks, Nonnie. I changed one word in the second one after you read them. ;-)

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  3. Where would I be without stretchy jeans?

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  4. Still trying to get them on, or off?

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  5. I think it's the stretchy jeans.. gives you too much freedom to ransack and pillage the land.:)

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  6. Too damned much stretching going on!

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