at the center

Matt Holck

This is just a thread to keep odds and blurbs I've written in one place.

Normally, I keep those in my life journal,
but that website isn't working properly
and I don't know if it will ever be back up.

feel free to comment on anything


trying finger cymbals

clack clack clack
hesitating, then losing track
of rhythm
start over, to get it back

these disk strapped to my fingers are too thick
to the bring a ring of clean high pitch


you and I at the center

among the wreckage, behind the town
we laid a mirror, out on the ground
and look down upon the sky


the rigors of scheduling

the hour is almost over
make a note in your folder
we'll met again when we're older
and I'll want to remember

Matt Holck

-You and I at the center -

among the wreckage, behind the town
we laid a mirror, out on the ground
and look down upon the sky

and the clouds would touch and stretch and roll
and we reflected in that soft meadow
and forgot the sky in the mirror below

Matt Holck

Shag piles dot floor
my clock in card disappeared
somewhere within here

Matt Holck

Sipping a Guinness
slipping through my decisions
to bagin again

Best laid plans of men
demand grand food and shelter
'til all's crushed to sand

and yet, I remain
front end on the chain engraved
by my brain and name

http://fff.fathom.org/forums/showthread.php?p=521372#post521372

dr.bollocko

Your posts on this forum are great man.
Your style has me sucked in big time.

Matt Holck

I bought some shoes with square toes
wore them at work sopping wet
until a seam began to wear a scar above my right big toe

so I switched backed to the galoshes
a co-worker bought me
the water gets in the top and I'm walking in puddles
until the rubber sides left rashes on my calves

bought a new pair of pillow tennis shoes
call Off the Wall Vans
who knows how long the will endure
in the water




on my way dance class
the shoes I bought tuesday came unglued in the wash
the right soul pealed from the heel and then completely unsealed
so I carried my sole in my hand

Matt Holck

This is an old piece about
a cthulu monster's first impression upon meeting a human being

I only found half
I may have to write the end again



Cthulu Human

It was neither slug nor smile
propped up with hideous rigidness
trapped by an invasion of it’s own construction
twisted by evolution into angles breaking smaller towards the extremities

It moved as if tortured by some inevitable wound
in symphonies of insane order twitching with stops and starts.

The uppermost knob was lumpy like broken rocks enveloped by rubbery façade
disproportionately centered, drawing sensory organs to a single side
through which it wheezed non metrically.

Matt Holck

another drink of the living

the vibrancy of blood
fuels this cold body I'm trapped within
their hot wet breath burst into the summer breeze
moistens and eases stiff muscles
another drink of the living
will get me through the night
I don't find myself frightening
just a siphon whistle on the wind
drawing life vicariously from them
my day is already dead
suspended across the passing of the moon
giving nothing and draining the rain
away

Matt Holck

Heavy Plastic Cutting Boards

Slabs of heavy colored plastic,
the washed cutting boards collect
stacked erect across the dish rack
leaned against a metal lip.

When the drying rack is full,
the heavy slabs are pulled
and carried through the kitchen
against my pelvis in my arms

until I reach the wire shelf
where I drop them flat
and shove them on the stack
with quick push of my hip.

Matt Holck

Metamorphous

devourer of all
my only goal is to eat and grow
rearing and bucking on the spotted leaf
leaving gaping holes chewed from beneath
a delicate lace
a pegasus beast
arching across lattice leaf

then spinning until the sky folds away
suspended within a chrysalis hide
to become the food to be eaten again
by cancer now awake inside

Until within the bags resides moth

Collaborator C.F. Sarvis

Matt Holck

another drink of the living

the vibrancy of blood
fuels this cold body I'm trapped within
their hot wet breath burst into the summer breeze
moistens and eases stiff muscles
another drink of the living
will get me through the night
I don't find myself frightening
just a siphon whistle on the wind
drawing life vicariously from them
my day is already dead
suspended across the passing of the moon
giving nothing and draining the rain
away

Matt Holck

The image was created to coral .
The image label itself is pliable.

People will change the design in the image
to include the color of your eyes
like a net wrapping around a twisting fish.

It's not so hard to convince someone that they conform to an image.
And if the image is considered negative,
they feel pressured to take action to dispel that image.

Matt Holck

the pendulum swings in Carnagee Hall
Knocking people through the wall
the floor tilts to balance what's left of the whole
until the pendulum strikes
to shift
the weight
left on the plate
again

Matt Holck

I light one candle today
and stretch on line on the wall
the shadow makes my fingers so long

I looped once round
and tied one knot
this is a game a patience

I take one breath
and hold it

Matt Holck

now here no where
no one can hear
the words so clear
no need despair
hanging there alone
singing out a song
under branches long
gone silent
no leaves left
to shake in the wind

a lone dead tree
pinched up to the sky
the branches bare
and cold hard and dry
above the ground
I pull myself up high


http://andreapotts.com/paintings.htm

Matt Holck

it's not mine anymore
the hum that rumble though my skull has ceased to buzz at all
so still and gone
move along, there's nothing to see here

Matt Holck

the car rose and fell like a needle stitching patches of landscape
drawing a thread above and below the fabric of the universe

in it's hollow, we were a two part harmony
singing our own creation
soothed by the rumble of the engine below

response to
You can take your eyes off someone if you try hard enough by jamin'

dr.bollocko

Matt Holck wrote: »

the car rose and fall like a needle stitching patches of landscape
drawing a thread above and below the fabric of the universe

Beautiful.

Matt Holck

thanks

here is a couplet that I have to save

when meaning blurs in the weary mind
our dreams will softly rumble in rhyme

Matt Holck

Vending Machine

the coil crimped the corner for the candy dangling there
the glass was clear and cold, and showed if I had change to spare
that I might get two candies if I turned that very screw

Matt Holck

I turned on the blender this morning.

And the whirring

first chopped
then churned then stirred
then swallowed the air

as the hum pitched higher and louder with speed

until my mind cleared.

Matt Holck

resting easy waiting wandering
weather sun by the wet pond
two children in the meadow

---

I prefer shorter statement
they seem more human, warmer and direct

if one has a lot to say,
they should organize and eliminate unnecessary words

I have no problem with Baroque wind
(if one makes a joke,
. should one pause
. . for the laughter)
details can be fascinating
so sometime long setences engage
is ! uppercase 1?
elimination of the plus/minus adjectives
nor some set up
"you're gonna love this'
anyway

Matt Holck

I'm reviewing the field of poems
--sniffing the pollen but not landing -mostly
it's a method I often use before speaking
knowing word and understanding can wait
planning what I might say
letting words swirl round my pallet
waiting for words from a fox
whether I spit or swallow

©

Matt Holck

Collaborations on Vomit

dramatic up-chuck,
is not an aesthetic sight
Edit: pass the mop.

when one upchucks it
wet and ugly aesthetic
get a mop and bucket

congealed in the bucket
exhalled gas is noxious
offending unnatural Haiku
Terry - too


and it's an acidic upheaval
the spilled contents of life to see
because you tipped that spiked ice tea
it's an acidic upheaval
and I eat the chunks with glee
you're puke is all the sustenance I need
Voltaire

Matt Holck

trampling herd patterns
many poets, few poems
follow your neighbor

busted flush

I like it, i like it alot. All of them without exception.

Matt Holck

thanks this is where I put phrases
I want to keep track of


it's cool and breezy
and trees hang easy
off shafts leaning under the sky
nodding in the morning
while hidden birds sing
in trills and whistles and rattled chirps

Matt Holck

No need for more to explore.

I don't expect to win.
They won't accept a finish.
What does it matter if matter does not extend around a bend we can not reach?
31,556,926 seconds in a year
will not approach a trillion.
Within this limitation,
we are aware.
No need for more to explore.

Matt Holck

cross the Delaware

'Twas the night after Christmas, at the mouth of the basin
the British weren't stirring, nor were the Hessians.

For each had fest and drunk their share,
of the Holiday's bounty and were in good cheer.

The colonial troops were soar with defeat,
some of them had no shoes for their feet.

And Boston was captured and New York controlled,
The revolution was ready to fold.

When George's troops crossed where the thin ice had shattered,
the Delaware river as rain and sleet spattered.

Away cross the shore the troops gathered to crash,
the party in Trenton after the bash.

The wind hollered fierce cross of the new-fallen snow
"For God's sake, keep by your officers!" Washington bellowed.

Then, 2400 troops marched south to surround,
3 sides of the sleeping Hessians filled town.

The battle was short, lasting 45 minutes,
with 1000 Hessians captured with in it.

The revolution took hold with this positive spin.
for Colonies saw that they might possibly win.

©

magicass

some nice stuff here too.

busted flush

where the hell have you disappeared to brother?