Sunday, September 24, 2006

Thinking in We

Thinking in We

I want to drop singular pronouns,
good perhaps for war, rungs on ladders, masterbation.
I want to leave them behind-
they hinder me and create deception; in tricking me that I am one soul.
I want to erase them from that book of words,
since they have no meaning in the hot world of love.
And I want to forget those years; they had in my mind,
and start thinking in we.

-Matthew Koutzun

Friday, September 22, 2006

Repent

Repent

ye sinners
lie in the river Styx
relieve you of your pains
many though they are
they have no hold on thee
as the more you have
the more thy shall sink
and wallow
in the river
and forget why thee came
what motives have brought ye here
and lie not breathing
that
forgotten
you knew all along
you'd be here

-Matthew Koutzun

Respect

Respect

I wished to
see speak smell
of sweet yellowed gold honey
and tempered pouched ambrosia
like you.

To sit at your table
eat your feast
and become you
with your
bountiful meal you created.

I filled my gullet
perged my soul
and looked to the mirror
after my stool
I saw me- cried.

I ate again
sweet nectar
even drank it from your lips
I consumed you-
and found you to be mortal.

Still was I
and you be you
and you sat from me
the other side
I'll keep the distance- but close the gap.

-Matthew Koutzun

Thursday, September 21, 2006

I Experimented in College; Don't Ask Me Why

I Experimented in College; Don't Ask Me Why

What a lab-
the test tubes are lying
scatt
ered
everywhere.

There was a tube for each one-
of what?
I can not dare to say-
or even to explain;
that would be heracy of the highest regard.

They'd have my head at the institution
if they knew I dived into this research.
It's not valid
they say
It's not fesible
they say,
but what I say,
is that each tube released me.
Filled me with a new e-----n.

I can't say...
because my findings are inconclusive.
They have holes in them everywhere,
not in their palpiblity-
but in that with each bottle
a new hole was made
and only myself
others
and ---
could fill them.
But he's inconclusive around here too.

I tested them all,
and now they all reside in me,
and they were right to warn me;
my mentors.
Because logic can't control me now.
How I f--l now is new,
I could not f--l before.
I want to give it to others,
but who knew that was impossible?
If only test tubes were real.

-Matthew Koutzun

Monday, September 18, 2006

Autoplay and the Ms. Presets

Autoplay and the Ms. Presets

Bang Bang Bang
Autoplay
The Ms. Presets play drums, bass, guitar.
Autoplay holds mic ,
licks the tip-
says it takes better moist.
Ms. Preset 1 says he licks too much
and takes off down off the stage.
Ms. Preset 2 says she can't believe she was 2 to 1
and takes off without a face.
And Ms. Preset 3 says he autoplays too much,
and grasps him by the mic before she leaves.
And Autoplay, to his dismay- don't care,
cause he's stuck in autoplay right now
Bang Bang Bang

-Matthew Koutzun

Frank

Frank

The man was aptly named-
his bluntness rewarded him with a purse:
in the face.

-Matthew Koutzun

Thursday, September 14, 2006

So

So

conjuction
of ambiguity,
a word
of hopeful joining
or awkward departing;
having nothing to speak of more.

-Matthew Koutzun

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A Forced, Unpoetic, Teaching in Making

A Forced, Unpoetic, Teaching in Making

Know the end before the beginning,

See your beginning and make it as good as the end,

Fill in the rest mindlessly-

by guiding the journey with a light hand,

but when things get rough

crack the whip

and bloody the screen
and set things on course again.

Have your preparations ready.

Having more is better than bringing less-

even if you throw out most of it

the thought was noticed-

don't push
the subject
it will come back around
when they ask for it later- proving:

don't throw it all out.


During the action,
don't worry about the past
it will only confuse the present
and consequently-
the future.

But don't forget it,

because just at the beginning must be as good as the end,

the end must match the beginning.


-Matthew Koutzun

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The Trouble of Losing Thoughts

The Trouble of Losing Thoughts

I just had this rather coherant moment,
but I think I lost a part of it;
That thing I had to say-
it was there...
on the tip...
of that that thing...
in my...
where...
how...
...

-Matthew Koutzun