Ten-minute poems. (That is ten minutes spent writing all of them together, not each of them.)

keen

outer space cradles no entity
except itself. it is but somethings
and nothings.

just like life.

---
habitual

the fair was in town the same day
the unknown that shattered me, when
metaphoric fire burned down my heart and
tangible fire burned down that doghouse
that my neighbour’s five-year-old daughter
had built with her own hands before she
was sorrowfully diagnosed with life-threatening
a.d.d.

---
my navel

i see it. it sees me, but not really
because after all it’s just a
navel.

---
re-

what i do again is what i do
but altered. (if this were a
more profound poem, it would
assert that what we do is oft not
altered at all, but unaffected; however,
by definition, this is not a more
profound poem than itself.)

oh so lovingly written byMatthew | 


short & sour.
oh dear.
messages antérieurs.
music del yo.
lethargy.
"i live to frolf."
friends.
people i know, then.
a nother list.
narcissism.













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