Untitled Broken Poem

While looking through an old small note book, that I have been using throughout the four productions I've been apart of at Vancouver Film School, I stumbled on a really wierd poem that I only now actually remember writing. I remember writing it during our second production "Weekended" in which I was the Assistant Director. I was extremely tired since it was such a begiling process to organize a full shoot, but one that was fun and informative none the less. I give to you the original scan of the poem, for prosterity, since the tired design I believe is sort of important to the piece- especially since I wrote it with my head down, eyes barely open. I also give you the typed version which will be much easier to decypher since I can barely read my own writing in this piece. But here it is for your viewing pleasure.


And typed:

Untitled Broken Poem

Lied to you
with the ice white
sheets.
You thought they said
love is under there.
The images they showed you
told you that.
Now the sheets are
moist.
What shit.
Love over coffee
under sheets
or cafe roof
taken or given
from a grinder.
still hated.

-Matthew Koutzun

I still think it's odd looking back at it. Don't even remember the original train of thought that might have taken me there. But take from the scan what you can because I don't know how it was structured. I think that's why this one excites me.