The Letter " "

The Letter "  "


Turning the stems on apples
tossing the ones
and keeping only those
where they break on the letter of you.


Counting petals
before beginning my
dos
and don'ts.


Gonna feed the crystal
ore
gonna coax it to repeat
a name.


I don't let it control luck
when I can take the steps to control it.


-Matthew Koutzun

Behind Door Number 2 Came the Mystery Box

Behind Door Number 2 Came the Mystery Box


legs crossed so long
the knees are aching at the base.




feet twitching and dancing back and forth
prancing a nerve
moving like a thumper.


decisions
decisions


bite a nail
teeth like the back end of the hammer
spit it onto the pile.


gonna make it
make me




devil i do


don't tempt


cause i could do anytime for you.




take tail in mouth
and molten magma down in me
gonna heat me up.


gonna make my mind for me.




taking it.


making it.




gonna take this nail pile
and build us something.


Won't be much.


But better than that box
they kept you in.




-Matthew Koutzun

Ophthalmological Fact:

Ophthalmological Fact:


A little known fact about hygiene:
did you know that in addition to washing
your body, your skin, your bits,
you need to wash your eyes as well?


You've seen the bright eyes
of lovers
and the clear eyes
of the wise
crystal
of the future seers
and the translucent
of the kind.


But what of the blister in my eye
and the blemish on my lash?


Isn't that why we blink
why shut our eyes to the storm
sand crashing brow and cheek
and scrunched and bunched
tightened too taut
to trap out trace
and silt?


Oh how it's in there deep,
the muscles now forced it back
further than I thought it might.


Gonna have to wrestle it out
with rushing water
on peeled back lid
twice stung is at once the antidote.


But a little known fact of hygiene:
did you know that in addition to washing 
your body, your skin, your bits,
you need to wash your eyes as well?


-Matthew Koutzun

untitled

untitled


looking back 
i may not have been mature enough then
but i think i'm mature enough now


the ride's heights are dizzying
and i'd vomit up and down the boulevard
but not i think i can keep the elephant ears
and corndogs down my gullet


ride the tunnel of love
and not be unclothed the other side
dangling over the mechanical bull's neck
and drenched in the water
drifting each vessel through


gonna play the games
and learn when i've wasted enough money
knowing that perhaps
today is not the day i get the prize


and gonna get in my car
when the day is done
and finally know it's back to work tomorrow


-Matthew Koutzun

When Simple isn't Simple Enough

When Simple isn't Simple Enough


So to be clear what does this simply mean for us?


What it means is a certain amount of highly rewardable gestures of astutely acute reason may or may not quantify the mass junction of affable relativity of the noblest pursuits conclusively by withholding the excrement waste of said hormones in the conjecture of emotions past.


What?


-Matthew Koutzun