On the Edge of the Pool

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

For those of you new, thank you for finding me. For those of you old, thank you for reading with loyalty (there are two of you). But the reality is that this is what I love to do, regardless of everything else, this is one of the things that keeps me present everyday: to know that maybe someone felt something or realized something or changed something, perhaps, from reading something, of mine. When you think about it, my blog is still a toddler!
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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

Untitled for a Reason

Untitled for a Reason

I was just realizing that I wasn't really horny-
just wanting to be horny.
Wanting to be attracted to something.
Wanting want and longing.

I didn't buy one yet,
because I'm waiting for the real thing.

Discriminating romance
in turn for the touching gain.
But I'm realizing I'm not horny-
I guess we'll have to wait.

-Matthew Koutzun

Skin Series 1: Skin

Skin

Pliable
stretched taut
and smooth demanding.
Firm
tight bonded
and calm commanding.

Can I sit in you comfortably
to see without wanting to change
accept and know you can mold.
I'm learning you take attention
how a simple shift can take all eyes upon you
and a look can invite or dispel.


I'll open soon to you baby.
Once I find the strength to shed these clothes around you.
It's a task to just be alone here.


You're on me-
yet not.
I can't find you with me.

-Matthew Koutzun

"I wanted to contact you..."

"I wanted to contact you..."

Before I'm old and Jaded?
Then I guess you missed the boat.
I may not be old- and may not be jaded, 
but the naivety cloak has a worn hole 
5 feet wide 
and I've stepped through the looking glass
fallen
4 stories 
and several tall tales to the ground below.
The rabbit dusted me off
and took me on the journey back home
only to have his head cut off
and be replaced by the Cheshire cat
who always leads the way.

Green pill
blue pill
who is to know
or choose?
If I knew I wouldn't be here would I
but if it's all just a black screen with numbers and code
don't you think ole' Bill G would be the first to know?

But back to me.
What do you want to know?
My age?
location?
Or how far I can go?

Well, the last is easy.
From here to there.
But how I get there
is what must be taken with care.
Because there is there
and that's not here-
and here is here
and here is where I am not there
Let me stress that I'm not there
and that I'm here.
Let's just get it straight I'm here
not there
and that to get me there is
hearsay and theresay
and the hard way is usually the way
because no way with me to get there
has ever been easy.
This last verse is here-
not there-
to prove it.

-Matthew Koutzun

This poem is fairly sprawling but I like it.  
I've also changed the font to manipulate the feeling.  
I hope it works.