A Refusal of Reality

A Refusal of Reality

It's bubbling up again,
that feeling of antisipation
or rather
the sick taste of anxiety.
It comes to me in hot flashes
when the world sneaks up and
the face of faceless deeds shocks me into
deadline awareness,
of things that just have not been done
nor accomplished.
It's a hot coal bath of steam
and suffocation to my chest
as thoughts of non-completion
and scared compliance follow.
I have lots of time but still I know:
it seemed like that before.
Jump on now before the horse gets away.
Take me away horse-
that's what I've always wanted.
Wind in my face so I can breathe
and steady step, sure and shallow.
Open up pasture of precious peonies,
and let light leap from lazy days.

-Matthew Koutzun

Porcelain on Colour

Porcelain on Colour

A bed with light blue
and pastel yellow sheets
hiding and combing against skin.

Plush pillow
flattening flax hair
against brow and cheek.

Cool colour
and harsh light
luminosity to the extreme.

Bright trinkets
all in a row behind
a porcelain woman dry against them.

She looks to her
and her to she in bed
and they know their story.

-Matthew Koutzun