matt fromm

Rookie (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)

matt fromm Poems

1. It's Hard To Get Away 2/12/2006
2. Sunset Stranger 4/29/2006
3. Too Young To Be A Peeper 6/14/2006
4. Wild Love 6/28/2006
5. Not A Metaphor 7/6/2006
6. Slow Down Before You Get Hurt 7/6/2006
7. I Am God 5/14/2007
8. I Am Satan 5/14/2007
9. Who Will You Screw? 8/13/2007
10. Two-Bits To See The Drug Child 9/1/2007
11. In Yo Face! 9/5/2007
12. I Wonder If She'Ll Ever Read This. 9/17/2007
13. Searching 10/16/2007
14. No Feelings 10/16/2007
15. Fucken Cupid 4/29/2006
16. Forget About It For Christ's Sake! ! ! 12/18/2007
17. Thieves Of Night 2/20/2012
18. Out In The Woods 4/28/2012
19. The Urge 3/19/2013
20. Gas 3/19/2013
21. Swell 3/19/2013
22. Blow Out The Candles 3/21/2013
23. Hey Popio 4/29/2013
24. Sensitivity Training 6/1/2013
25. The Last Jerk Off 6/5/2013
26. Dig It 6/16/2013
27. Growin Up 6/21/2013
28. Whats Up, Sir 6/21/2013
29. Bite By Bit 7/3/2013
30. Are You Alright 7/4/2013
31. Where To? 7/20/2013
32. Crest 6/11/2013
33. Panama Gold 10/31/2007
34. Everlasting Nap 10/31/2007
35. Wedding Photos 11/1/2007
36. Drink Me! 11/7/2007
37. Don'T Mess With Johnny! 11/10/2007
38. Don'T It Make My White Walls Red? 10/9/2007
39. Made It, Ma! 7/15/2008
40. Communion 11/27/2008
Best Poem of matt fromm

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.
Never imagining in a thousand hits
I would've ended up here.
Never fathoming it would be like this.
Carefull jottings of history...I suppose.
Both true and halucinated
while Coltrane and the gang tell me about their favorite things.
It all gets fuzzy these days when I try to think.
Before today speaking and not being heard
Being silent then being ridiculed and blamed.
All because I ...

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Sunset Stranger

Too much one evening,
We were at Mel's on Sunset,
had been picked up by The Great Tula
The Great Tula had warrents,
Rick just called, asked if The Great Tula called me
I said no, The Great Tula talked fast, French, English, South African and American, jibber-jabber,
took food off others plates,
Rick want's her to be the next Mrs. Rick
But he won't make a move,

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