On a Short Leash

On a Short Leash

On a short leash
getting shorter,
it's a tug here and a tug there
and I'm back in line.

They say the dogs at the store
they pick you,
So I guess I have no one to blame
but me in this case.

But on a short leash
getting shorter,
a quick snap here and a snap there
doesn't make my owner give any slack.

Because on a short leash
getting shorter
it's just tug here and smooth tug there
and I'm back in line, just like that.

-Matthew Koutzun

Shel

Shel

You may draw with chalk
to where the sidewalk ends,
and keep falling up
to make those ends meet,
and you can turn out the light in the attic
when all is lost.
But true love- true, true love,
(when only "V" could make it today)
is knowing when you're your best
even without your missing piece.

-Matthew Koutzun


I have a feeling this poem may change and lengthen in a few days time, but I just wanted to post it now... I don't know why I do these things I do- I just get excited!

Loving Dangerously Close to God

Loving Dangerously Close to God

Loving dangerously close to God
I'm walking fine water.
But what if I told him
I could not just walk on it,
but fly, because of you.

Wistfully cautious of you
I'm starting to be enveloped.
I'm going through radical changes
and heats of emotions:
flushes not tempered
I've never felt before-
or I've forgotten,
but it's even beyond creation.

But I'm loving you
dangerously too close to God.
Savior father-
bled on me,
one way or another.

-Matthew Koutzun

Stealing a Frame from the Reel

Stealing a Frame from the Reel

A live action feature
drawn out real slow,
with stop motion action
we'll put on our show.

Frame by frame magic
and sped up the same,
we'll blur all the lines
and watch us the game.

Clicking and clicking
and pose after pose
with time and with patience
the scene starts to grow.

So take this one instance
and pull it from scene
keep it deep in a pocket
so you'll know where we've been.

And when you watch it forward
and you see a space flicker,
you'll know you have something
from something much bigger.

-Matthew Koutzun

Found Long After

Found Long After

Left abandoned
wordless
and empty,
no thought has come here today.
It has mulled and stayed hidden
but etches on face
and dashes in fidgets.

Left wondering
waiting
and paitent,
no thought has come here today.
It peeked and ran
through mind and heart
but didn't dare press lips.

Left forgotten
mindless
and careless,
no thought has come here today.
I was meaning to stop by sooner
but thought wouldn't come
and form wouldn't come either.

Left abandoned found again.

-Matthew Koutzun