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?

Matt Holck

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http://allpoetry.com/board/show/2
http://www.waywordradio.org/discussion/
http://forum.emilieautumn.com/


thank you magicass

February

Passion laid out and lilting
on dry wind tilting away the sea's cold
sleeps the role spooling over toil
and bleached blankets cover all.

Onward scrawl in records kept
of debt before we fell asleep
and forgot how to be awake.
Days turn for their own sake.

Matt Holck

http://www.jkinteriordesign.co.uk/bathtubs-baths.htm

I remember my clawed foot bath tub
when I live in the old grounds keeper shack behind the church.
When the hot water spigot would no longer pass hot water,
I constructed a cascading fountain from the sink to the tub
out of tiered embossed frame aluminum serving trays.


http://www.homeclick.com/1/3/tiered-serving-tray


tilting trays across an aisle
filling in over cracking tile
Why did I build this route?
I only wanted a hand to pour the heat into
words transmorphed from emilie autumn "let the record show"

Matt Holck

as nails click past,
the arrow flicks
the colonmed rail
around the wheel.

up until, the spinning stops
to reveal, where the arrow fell
between two nails, a notch

Matt Holck

The technical things about riggers
is riggers and pulling the strings.
They furl out the sails of the frigate
and capture wind under wings.
They tie the ropes to guild the boats
on capricious winds.
The most important thing about riggers is
our voyage is in their hands.

Riggers are rugged from rope work.
Riggers stand sure on their feet.
They climb in the nets high above deck
as the wind cuts at their checks.

The technical things about riggers
is looping the rope across spools
dividing a foot of hard labor
by each loop involved in the pull
to lift the weight of heavy freight
on the other end!
The most wonderful thing about Riggers is
the cargo they suspend.

gussieg

i feel like david attenborough on a nocturnal birdspotting trip, how lucky to find you have just posted another poem these are great.

Matt Holck

thanks
here's an old one I'm reposting for synergy


Wild Card September 21, 2007, 02:09:am

BATS!

---

sitting at a tavern table,
I tilted back to shield my cards
I had a pair of sevens
with jack high and two discard

The dealer looked at me and frowned
as if she knew I had a pair
And flipped two pictures facing down
as I learned back upon my chair

I pulled the new cards to my hand
and tumbled back from double take
Sprawled on the floor, I checked again
One of the cards was completely blank

Thinking, “should I show my hand
and expose this rift in the game?”
How the blank had gotten in,
I would not be able to explain

I left the tavern early
I had to get away
I folded out my findings
and left the card in play

Edited by: Mizz at September 21, 2007, 11:43am


©

Matt Holck

Skinny dipping


As water currents course across the open skin
sensation brings dimension of the body that I am.
With the range of motion unfettered by any bind,
I have greater interaction with the environment I find.

Matt Holck

traveling in June

the days are long and bright
and the light shows a road to ride upon
while we can sleep through short cool nights

Matt Holck

TAR PIT


drawls warmth underneath the sun
melts to a liquid sticky gum
you're sinking slowing in a fuming pit
of stinking fossil fuel

struggling won't do you any good
you'll get stuck further in its hold
it gives in underneath your strength
to pull you further in the pool

The tar pits got you now
and pulls you underground
to where you can not breath,
your body's going down
to harden in a mold
forever underneath


http://www.justabovesunset.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/

Matt Holck

Over the falls


Rapids rumbled over the ridge
yawning silent.
The waters slip through the thin wind
sparking sunlight
until the crash on craggy rocks.
A roar rises.

alfa beta

this thread is brilliant.

I've just read through a whole batch of the stuff you've posted here and it's wonderfully written.

I can't understand why there aren't more comments from other contributers.

Keep posting - you have an amazing way with words.

AB

Matt Holck

thanks

I don't get comments because I do not commrnt on others here

on occasion
if it is a poem
maybe

________________________________________________________

Here is one I wrote 22 years ago

I was sitting neath the shade of the apple tree
whose leaves were whispering to me
as no one else was around, I'm sure the tree
must have been addressing me

When along walks this girl
in golden curl
and a dress as blue as the sky
Oh, not that day
the sun had lain sick
grey wool covers pulled over its eye
The girl obviously was out to display
what she thought the weather should be that day

she looked upon me and blinked once or twice
missing moments in time in between
then she spoke

"Hello"

'Hello' thought I
why didn't she say 'Hi'?


Wav Sound File

Matt Holck

thanks

bombs scour and screech
a blizzard of meat
mismeasure the margin
sacrifice citizens
the ease of explosion
to erase all exception
destructions too easy
quick energy eruptions

keep constructive synergy
propel the peoples prodigy
focus on a world to feed
quit creating unquenched need







when I was younger and with another,
we never bothered to look forward
we wander together fingers tethered
parks and levees explored
no need for dreams endured

Matt Holck

yo thanks


step over cracks with kept rhythm track
stop to step back to correct the list tack
gonna take a while when I make a half mile
switching up styles to finish that trial

Matt Holck

butterfly parts



count in three, anatomy, head thorax, abdomen
head to see, limbs and wings, hearts stomach, reproduction


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Mr.Nice Guy

Matt Holck wrote: »

Here is one I wrote 22 years ago

I was sitting neath the shade of the apple tree
whose leaves were whispering to me
as no one else was around, I'm sure the tree
must have been addressing me

When along walks this girl
in golden curl
and a dress as blue as the sky
Oh, not that day
the sun had lain sick
grey wool covers pulled over its eye
The girl obviously was out to display
what she thought the weather should be that day

she looked upon me and blinked once or twice
missing moments in time in between
then she spoke

"Hello"

'Hello' thought I
why didn't she say 'Hi'?


Wav Sound File

Really liked this one. Hope you keep with the thread. :cool: