On the Edge of the Pool

Happy 3rd Birthday "Fine Imagery to Speak Low of"!

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On the Edge of the Pool

Dancing in the sun,
on the edge of the pool
a girl screams to her mother,
"Mommy- mommy!
Look at me!
Look at me!"

She jumps
head up eyes closed fist clenched
then fingering wildly flailing outwards
as if to catch some bar
some support
only to plummet down
beneath water tension
and legs kicking furiously up and out
hair spattered to face
mouth gapping for breath
saliva spitting out water.

She paddles looking about
eyes darting and flashing excitement
to the cataclysm she created.

On lookers smile at youth
old people fume wiping water off brow
and a mother chats with a friend.

The little girl gets out again
to walk in the sun
on the edge of the pool
to say,
"Mommy- mommy.
Look at me.
Look at me."

-Matthew Koutzun

No Caution

No Caution

I'm taking a step-
no- leap,
off the edge.
It's much more dramatic
and much more my style.

I've never been one for half-ways
or bi-ways-
Ok, that last one was a lie. Wink.
But the long way's suited me fine.

I've broken tape,
and marched the mile,
and done it all with smiles.
You'd never know never being there.

But I've thrown caution to the wind
and reeled it back again
holding it with me when it's needed
and letting go when it's dated.

But Wind, take it,
I don't need it long this time.
The ocean calling-
and dipping in, I am clean.

So take it from me.
I don't need no stinkin' Caution.
That's for babes.
I'll ride my Harley down the
5
0
1
and let adventure comb my hair.

And in the sun:
I'll tan golden,
leather sticking to skin.
Because I still have caution,
but only to keep alive and forever.

-Matthew Koutzun

Skin Series 4: Skinned Alive and out the Window

Skinned Alive and out the Window

Here I am in you.
Ready to finally see you.


I took my sweet time:
concealing
manipulating
and recoiling you.
But perhaps I'm ready or not-

here I come.

Touch and scratch
and mark and taste
and squeezed
too pressed
and bit with ease.

Oh, I'm aiming too hard again
and missing some point or target
on the horizon-

line to be checked and crossed.

Here is where it happened.
.I am not my cells.

Evaporating slowly
I am dissolving
in air solution
and in CO2 problems.

I am not with you anymore-
happy because I never was
or will.

Holding me down,
I leap outside
baring all while wearing none.
I'll leave the skin behind.

-Matthew Koutzun