Thinking in We

Thinking in We

I want to drop singular pronouns,
good perhaps for war, rungs on ladders, masterbation.
I want to leave them behind-
they hinder me and create deception; in tricking me that I am one soul.
I want to erase them from that book of words,
since they have no meaning in the hot world of love.
And I want to forget those years; they had in my mind,
and start thinking in we.

-Matthew Koutzun

Repent

Repent

ye sinners
lie in the river Styx
relieve you of your pains
many though they are
they have no hold on thee
as the more you have
the more thy shall sink
and wallow
in the river
and forget why thee came
what motives have brought ye here
and lie not breathing
that
forgotten
you knew all along
you'd be here

-Matthew Koutzun

Respect

Respect

I wished to
see speak smell
of sweet yellowed gold honey
and tempered pouched ambrosia
like you.

To sit at your table
eat your feast
and become you
with your
bountiful meal you created.

I filled my gullet
perged my soul
and looked to the mirror
after my stool
I saw me- cried.

I ate again
sweet nectar
even drank it from your lips
I consumed you-
and found you to be mortal.

Still was I
and you be you
and you sat from me
the other side
I'll keep the distance- but close the gap.

-Matthew Koutzun

I Experimented in College; Don't Ask Me Why

I Experimented in College; Don't Ask Me Why

What a lab-
the test tubes are lying
scatt
ered
everywhere.

There was a tube for each one-
of what?
I can not dare to say-
or even to explain;
that would be heracy of the highest regard.

They'd have my head at the institution
if they knew I dived into this research.
It's not valid
they say
It's not fesible
they say,
but what I say,
is that each tube released me.
Filled me with a new e-----n.

I can't say...
because my findings are inconclusive.
They have holes in them everywhere,
not in their palpiblity-
but in that with each bottle
a new hole was made
and only myself
others
and ---
could fill them.
But he's inconclusive around here too.

I tested them all,
and now they all reside in me,
and they were right to warn me;
my mentors.
Because logic can't control me now.
How I f--l now is new,
I could not f--l before.
I want to give it to others,
but who knew that was impossible?
If only test tubes were real.

-Matthew Koutzun

Autoplay and the Ms. Presets

Autoplay and the Ms. Presets

Bang Bang Bang
Autoplay
The Ms. Presets play drums, bass, guitar.
Autoplay holds mic ,
licks the tip-
says it takes better moist.
Ms. Preset 1 says he licks too much
and takes off down off the stage.
Ms. Preset 2 says she can't believe she was 2 to 1
and takes off without a face.
And Ms. Preset 3 says he autoplays too much,
and grasps him by the mic before she leaves.
And Autoplay, to his dismay- don't care,
cause he's stuck in autoplay right now
Bang Bang Bang

-Matthew Koutzun

Frank

Frank

The man was aptly named-
his bluntness rewarded him with a purse:
in the face.

-Matthew Koutzun

So

So

conjuction
of ambiguity,
a word
of hopeful joining
or awkward departing;
having nothing to speak of more.

-Matthew Koutzun

A Forced, Unpoetic, Teaching in Making

A Forced, Unpoetic, Teaching in Making

Know the end before the beginning,
See your beginning and make it as good as the end,
Fill in the rest mindlessly-
by guiding the journey with a light hand,
but when things get rough
crack the whip
and bloody the screen
and set things on course again.

Have your preparations ready.
Having more is better than bringing less-
even if you throw out most of it
the thought was noticed-
don't push
the subject it will come back around
when they ask for it later- proving:
don't throw it all out.

During the action,
don't worry about the past
it will only confuse the present
and consequently-
the future.
But don't forget it,
because just at the beginning must be as good as the end,
the end must match the beginning.

-Matthew Koutzun

The Trouble of Losing Thoughts

The Trouble of Losing Thoughts

I just had this rather coherant moment,
but I think I lost a part of it;
That thing I had to say-
it was there...
on the tip...
of that that thing...
in my...
where...
how...
...

-Matthew Koutzun

Hearts in Hearts

Hearts in Hearts

Break it
Break the thing in your chest
Break the thing that hides a face
Break the thing that keeps you back
Break the thing that holds another's heart

Tissue
Tissue
Rip
Tear
Torn

Release them
They'll help you repair
And you'll have hearts together
Pieced like jigsaws
And glued with mortar
A cardhouse for the ages

-Matthew Koutzun

Bars and Tone -or- Insessant:Beginnings

Bars and Tone
-or-
Insessant:Beginnings

Limbo found us- you- I.
It is in the depths of night,
in libdo crushing, call girl commercials,
missed high school diploma advertizements,
and two hour drawn infomercials.
Watched the weather network till dawn,
they said it'd be sunny,
and there's the sun, peeking the horizon;
is this heaven?

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Shut the curtains-
start the new broadcast day.

-Matthew Koutzun

Models Wanted

Models Wanted

Notice that girl-
especially that boy-

So pretty.
And there is something about them.

Something lasting- longing.
Eyes- unsparked.

That's it!
That's why I'm drawn!

Look: vacant.
It: I'll fill.

-Matthew Koutzun

The Space Between Releases

The Space Between Releases

The space between releases
a dry one
void of epiphany
and ephemeral duality.

Water on two sides
what a shame
to be tied
tether.

A stretch
ache
choke
steel collar.

Throat bleeding
reaching
too ignorant to think
pull the spike.

-Matthew Koutzun

Scratch

Scratch

The beginning
of something new,
is an exciting venture,
a toilet hugging,
nerve tip ends cutting,
throat, heel, back of knee slitting,
that spurts out sheets of joy
and contrasted miraculous pain.

Bandage that
and you have the middle,
and the healing process,
the settling of sand,
the foundation of the blocks-set,
and this is moment,
in all truth,
is when things really have begun.

-Matthew Koutzun

Pretty Pony

Pretty Pony

Oh yeah, you must be really merry,
that look of maurading horror on your face,
from the pole driven through your chest,
protruding from your back up to the sky.

But at least you have the children.
They ride you pretty hard.
You'd think you were a "professional",
I just say that to remind you of the pole in you.

And don't worry about missing out on life-
your experiencing it quite appropriately,
sadly just like the rest of us,
spinning around violently, when we gonna puke?

-Matthew Koutzun