Archive for July, 2009

Posted in this living is less than loving on July 30, 2009 by matt questionmark

dead wood passing through
like lava eating up life
a brown stain of hurt

this long july

Posted in Uncategorized on July 24, 2009 by matt questionmark

this long july
moving so slowly
across my bad temperament
like a slug on a log in the greeeeeen
woods
mild temperatures exhausting
sequences of static
from the drooling conversations
of the city folk
ready to destroy themselves
with flamboyance and sugar
verbal flatulence abusing mine ears
over compensating
with volume rather than
substance.
they’re lives are shifting in the sand
away from each other
thinking they are closer
to something concrete.
but the thing about st. louis
is the concrete melts here.
faster in august.
but so slowly in july.

your move…

Posted in foreshadowing, glory in the overlooked, guilt in the serenity on July 23, 2009 by tony saputo

renew each and every instance
you will still come up not listening
varied are the ways we create and destroy
oursleves
purposes
actions and words

you should have told it all from the beginning
that we are all wounds trying to heal
that you are just as lost as i am
fevered
weak
dying alone

sheltered in safety for too long
to be spoiled in the rays
leaves the notion to detach so romantic
confused
aggravating
bitter and proud

rest along and read aloud
forget what you were and where you came from
you are only what is and will be
afraid
tricked
selfish and denying

everything is where it needs to be
no matter how much we move the pieces
the game will always be the same… 
somber
cold
evil and manipulative

my life living with the thrill killing occultists

Posted in Uncategorized on July 16, 2009 by matt questionmark

swishing through the dancing people
fishing for the complementary drinks
this where no one thinks
cutting the floor
like ribbons at a grand opening of a hair salon
we wish these nights would never end
at the six am
wasted on sidewalks
traipsing thu the city
and at dawn the sun makes us go
go back to our real lives
where none of this evil shit
ever even happened to any of us
we just slept in our beds
brains picking cotton
naked are our remains
to hold
to throw
away
-fin
16-7-09
molar bare

burnside

Posted in foreshadowing on July 15, 2009 by tony saputo

soiled down deep into the canopy of person
you can find the fire
and the rest of an unwilling debacle

the fools call it hope
the wiser say ambition
as the warriors call it determination and future

across an ocean are cobblestones who know my loves
and a place waiting to be called home
alas down a road waits purpose and destiny

when you stop wondering and start acting
you find it is supposed to be
everything you ever wanted it to

my past has come full circle
nothing to look back on
nothing to regret

knowing nothing is everything

black top beneath my feet

Posted in a walk through the deep end of nothingness on July 15, 2009 by matt questionmark

black top heat beneath my feet
walking to work
to work for the money
to buy shoes with new souls
the one’s i got on are dead and gone
my back bereft with stiffness and pain.
i smell like yesterday.
like 40 shades of grandma
and cigarettes
and bed
and the sun is too hot for 9am.
i feel like my eyes are sinking
and my hands are going to
shake themselves off
like palsy mixed with uppers.
i need a downer
a drink
who cares if its 9am.
this whole process is better in slow motion.
these emotions are better when wet.
these sleepy tokens of regret.

i hit on a broad for 2 hours and watch her make out with a dude with more gel in his hair than the ocean has salt…

Posted in exploding heart on July 12, 2009 by tony saputo

in the clipse of the sunlight i saw you there
kissing another waste, leaving me on the side…
a good time is becoming synominous with a “good friend”
and i know the difference

do not lie
you know you are just like the others
praise the temporary
holding the fortitude of your so-called individuality

i cannot wait to set the fire that will burn it all behind me
as destructed graves search my name
i swear,
you will never see me again…