Matt Trease


From an internet of things

something alien as

“me time” and a little

stranger pressed a warning

maps that will help you make

the glorious sound of

the one-way street and you



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the product of labour
                                             is

there, most signs need their
                              me

               slippers on bare feet
                                             and

now you can add forms
                              and

               can’t get it down with
                                             out

               a one-way trip
                             to Mars



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the concept of the
                             estranged

nothing here that can’t
                             be

footsteps and voices
                             were

the person you think
                             is

the deafening roar
                             it’s

my time just making
                             [rhyme]



     ф



being other than my

little bit of focus

the lepers in your head

why do you say things like

you have a country full

of everywhere I’ve been



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old middle-class of self

putting yourself out there

your self are your poems

full of whip-crack, smart
                             howls

a momentary flash
                             of

insight in that great
                             [abyss]



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some Oedipus of the

sub self out there most signs

frankly don’t write any

monetary value

in white send roses to

one
               [I can’t remember]

Matt Trease is a digital artist and poet currently living in Seattle, WA. His poetry has recently appeared in Burdock, Requited, and Cordite Poetry Review, Filling Station, and Small Po(r)tions. He is the author of the chapbook Later Heaven: Production Cycles (Busylittle1way Designs, 2013).
 
 
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