Untitled (For you Nola)

Untitled (For you Nola)

"Hello young girl,"
the man said to the aspiring woman
"I'm not your girl,"
she said looking down to her feet.

She wished she'd grow taller,
that her features would change,
beyond recognition,
never be the same.

That she could reach beyond mountains,
build them from moles,
create pathways to stars,
if only it were they she could reach- hold.

She dreams of flying,
through each stratosphere,
closer - each light,
each seems so near.

The man said to girl,
"You're really no man."
The woman looked to him,
"Who cares- when everything: I can."

-Matthew Koutzun

(Again, I hope you can find a better title than I could. AND REMEMBER- you can do anything- anything! Because you do not dream, you do not wish, you do not hope, and you do none of these things because why would you need to when you can fly so high already, able to soar higher still! You need not try Nola- you are!)

Untitled

Untitled

Got married-
Had a baby-
At least, that's what the newspaper said.

Minus the birth
But keep the awkward day
Gone too fast to recall.

The neighbours are all jealous
Because the only thing I share:
Are these four posts with thee.

-Matthew Koutzun

Fearful Things

Fearful Things

There are fearful things
in the dark of day
that hide in shadows
pure in the light.

Hidden in blessed beings,
simple mirrors with reversed sides.
Kept from the dark
from a darkness within.

Fearful things that come to you
darkened by their hope,
taken in stride by happy circumstance
brightened by the rays of sun.

Hold from such light.
Hold from such day.
Hold from the life
that hides you away.

Take awe in the darkness-
such brave alleys
that break from the street.
Take hold of such paths:

Do they lead astray?

Find in their presence danger
excitement in the change.
For ways only differ
when fear leads to new ways.

-Matthew Koutzun

Want. Need. No. Never.

Want. Need. No. Never.

You say you didn't want it but you did anyway
You say that it's unfair but you took it the same
You took and took and took and you feel like it's all there
You take and talk and speak like you were not even there
Subjective
Misplaced
Not
in
any
place
Disjointed
and not in motion
You take and took and the walls you shook
You say your sorry
but what for
What is it you want
Nothing
is in your mind
You did it cause you wanted it
and you needed it
and why was it that you needed it
wanted it
Was it your life blood
your first born child
Your need
Your. Insessant. Need.
something you can
not
live without
Something that lives void of yourself
you leave it alone and with yourself You keep it to yourslf
But you didn't give it your all
You just gave it up
and that's fine
because it's what you wanted
what you needed
I believe that
truely
truely that you need
and want
and what of me
Don't I
want
need
No
never

-Matthew Koutzun

Untitled (For you Ana)

Untitled (For you Ana)

The girl
she cried down to the water
Why?
She cried till it drowned
and carried her away.
She lived
she floated
lead her life devoted
Her answer stared back at her
she was not looking down-
but up

-Matthew Koutzun

(There you go Ana. Perhaps you have a better title for it than I do... perhaps you can fill that blank for me.)

Nobler Things To Do

Nobler Things To Do

There are Nobler things:
like bravery,
chivalry,
and opening up ones chest.

There are fearful things:
the monsters,
villains,
and the people we care for most- critical.

There are finer things:
like silk,
satin,
warm kindness.

There are colder things:
like ice,
snow,
a shoulder.

There are every- things:
like nothings,
anything,
and perhaps absolutes.

There are Nobler things:
like bravery,
chivalry,
and introspection too.

-Matthew Koutzun

Mailed Away

Mailed Away

You eveloped me.
Mailed me away-
or closer.
Closer to home.
Address unknown.
How to know it was so big?
But it was.
Bigger than I thought.
Lost when the letter opened.
Enveloped into something bigger.
Bigger than you thought.
Lost for days.
Hours even.
Minutes to the minute.
Known to time only.
Lost for how long-
God knows.
I was mailed away.
Address unknown.
Known to few.
Experienced by fewer.
Opened by none.
But to few:
who can glimpse a word:
The Word:
endless.

-Matthew Koutzun

Sitting Here

Sitting Here

Sitting here:
watching you:
you hold that stick between two.

I watch you smile:
you're lips a blubber:
blubbering to a little one below you-
yours.

Sitting here:
watching you:
you suck that stick and hold your breath.

You look down again:
your lips pursed:
Smiling meekly, honestly, at one below you-
yours.

Sitting here :
watching you:
you blow out streams that course the air.

Your head turned:
you look away:
your lips steam breath away from you-
yours.

Sitting- you:
Watching- here:
I can only stare at your actions.

Your Suck:
your blow:
your turn away from something-
yours.

My head doesn't turn:
watching it:
its actions a staple to what you are.

It cannot say no.
It cannot leave-
yours.
So put it the fuck out.

-Matthew Koutzun

We're All Needing

We're All Needing

We're all wanting,
wanting for more.
We 're all wanting,
conflicts and war.
We're all wanting,
drama to take us further.
We're all wanting,
for water to parch our throats.
We're all wanting,
sand to quench thirsts.
We're all wanting,
suns to burn cold.
We're all wanting,
love and forgiveness.
We're all wanting,
the pain to stop.
We're all wanting,
to endure more.
We're all wanting,
waiting for a day for us to end.
We're all wanting,
needing to need.
We're all wanting-
Never content.

-Matthew Koutzun

The Undefeated Passifist

The Undefeated Passifist

I came
I saw
And I
Left

-Matthew Koutzun

Pure Science

Pure Science

A Virgin's lover-
Is never satisfied.

-Matthew Koutzun

Hold Onto Your Children

Hold Onto Your Children

"What's in your gunnysack Mr.Devall?"
"Your children," he'd say
And they would laugh-
Until they got home.

-Matthew Koutzun