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.
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 ...
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