Biography of matt fromm
matt fromm Poems
Blowing Bong Hits at the Moon
For all I know This could be the last show. But I'm too young to hang up the clown suit just yet. Re-running happily frightening images of wher I come from. Where I've been.
Marriage. Yes, The subject has come up, The old girls even dropped subtle hints. Christ.
Is it really gone?
Fruit cakes in alleyways. Starving actors for pay. Mixed in the shuffle of the city. That is to say the billboardians. You walk down L.A. streets You feel the sweat on your hands and the cold on your neck.
Oh, he's so clever
I told the ol' boy I had no money Nothing, Nada,
In My Lawn Chair
I'm so hungry I can't eat. I'm so in love her abuse reminds me she's there. Now on sunset and Doheny where many a merlotnight was spent. I AM a hopeless romantic
Can't even name her.
Just give me a hand Just help me out And the moon is just a Big toenail right now
Your Place In the Pages
When I'm searching for a midnight surprise I stop and wonder how you could ever be mine again. When I'm burning all the memories of you And I do so by taking giant lingering breathes
I still recal the sound of the 2 A.M. trains from your open bedroom window. Nestled between a hidden life and your bedspread choking on your flame colored hair.
Well, I took a shower for an hour and that was just the other day. I gotta look my swellest for the ball or premiere or what ever they're calling it these days.
I looked in the mirror this morning and an honest man shooting daggers back at me. i coughed in defense at the weak image i saw, after i inhaled some smarts. I ate the forbidden fruit when you told me not to.
the last jerk off
i'm still here. the birds still sing mr. Erickson still sings my heart does what it does.
Who will you screw?
I've been to 27 different bus stations I got a big old hickey on my left thigh. I ran you outta here while the gettin was good Tell me who will you screw?
I am Satan
You blame me for your mistakes. You curse my name when things go wrong. You tear me down simply for my thoughts. Upon exhile you leave me no choice but to seek retribution.
I am God
No one's actually heard what I've said though they claim they have. No one's actually seen me though they claim they have. The four corners of my reality exist because I created it. It exists as long as I exist.
It's Hard To Get Away
I dug my own grave threw myself in and layd there with out a care in the world.
Then my grave began to fill itself,
Instead of dirt it was all todays newspapers and gossip rags.
I opened my eyes and began to read;
Brad Pitt takes shit,
George Clooney said to be pregnant,
Angelina Jolie gives the sieg heil to the pope,
American Idol executives said to be responsible for war in Iraq,
Gov. Schwarzenegger passes bill allowing every homo-sexual and Latino to be beaten to death with par