I gotta hunch

Hunch

The day began like a slump.

High posture with expectation

and then low as heads dropped

motivation collapsing like a lazy spine.

Sat in a chair all day and felt it happen

turning from a young truant

to a blistering old hunched hag.

Got some work done,

but not much.

Had something to eat

but it was pretty bland.

Watch a good show,

but it's season nearly over.

And what did the day get me?

not much.  Just  greyed out sky

and foggy streets out my window

that have plagued the city for at least four days

which I'd rather be in 

but have no care to really explore.

And now it's the end of the day

already in the start of another

because this motivation thing still hasn't become my muse

and the bed's pretty far away.

But I got work in the morning and it's gonna be a bad one

without any sleep.

Who knows.

-Matthew Koutzun

Covert

Covert

I'm not the enemy.
And this is not deception.
This is not a mask I wear
to brave the hardships of war.
I do not skulk in the shadows
since it was you who found me
speaking on a box
handing out my words.

That's just what a spy in our midst would say.

How can I tell you
we are one and the same
on the other side of this fence
are those just like you?
There is not the divide
there once was 
and that further along
it's shorter and even not.

That's not how I have seen the world and your view is theirs.

I do not switch sides for gains
because the truth is everyone has lied
in one giant conspiracy
hiding the open field.
I've been running through the glass
others put up
while everyone else stopped
tired of bumping into what once was there.

I'm touching it and it will not budge.

I'm touching it now, and thinking I might break through.

-Matthew Koutzun