Gaiameria (Stripped and Raw Version)

Electriconic connection
On a melting world
And my pain has completely lost her voice
Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven
Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out
Quarreling lovers are burrowing mothers are sorrowful daughters all terrible fathers we are
Pajama thirty now on the eleven-spot now  “Zap-2-it” on-screen
I say all this because I love you and me though it's only because you love me that I love me 
and know what love means
Can I paint broader strokes stepping out of the window of the house I am painting? Paint, 
paint the colors of the paint?
Where were you when you were born: in a house or in a womb? On your mother or on the 
ground?
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and rained on. Like how the flowers 
need it.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission.
Hanging bow hanging bow
Bow bow bow
Hang bow hang
Let the rain wash the soiling regret
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Blooming bloom blooming
Blooming asunder
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Richards Avatar
June 12, 2009 at 10:11 AM
Great writing Matt....stepping out the childhood...with broader strokes/ I like this a lot!! thought provoking! (soup mail ...from Carrie)...
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June 10, 2009 at 6:08 PM
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Johnson Avatar
June 10, 2009 at 5:52 PM
Thank you Matt for reading and commenting on my poem about my son. i was so very proud of him as i am sure your mother is of you and your talents. Keep writing. Love, Joyce
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