tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189082652012-01-13T13:16:14.222-05:00This is the blog of poet Matt Reiter.Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.comBlogger3611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-70524847782541254182012-01-12T16:33:00.002-05:002012-01-13T13:16:14.233-05:00don't love that too much<br /><br />it/he/she/they will not bare it<br /><br />Smother is your mother with an S<br /><br />puppies will dominate you<br /><br />don't love them too much<br /><br />same with people you don't care<br /><br />about because their opinions matter<br /><br />most <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>they don't love you<br /><br />don't find passion in books<br /><br />art, poems or song either<br /><br />find them only in cooking<br /><br />in making salts <div><br /></div><div> making sauce<br /><br /> please </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div> please do not find<br /><br />passion in something that is<br /><br />compassionate <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>you just may fall for it</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7052484778254125418?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-85911868788351813812012-01-10T17:42:00.003-05:002012-01-10T18:50:03.864-05:00O new this year<div><br /></div><div>O throw this last one away</div><div><br /></div><div>O shit there it is</div><div><br /></div><div>O last of the rumors</div><div><br /></div><div>O last of the civilizations</div><div><br /></div><div>we we we</div><div><br /></div><div>will will will</div><div><br /></div><div>eject our overcoats</div><div><br /></div><div>throw balls of rice</div><div><br /></div><div>O shit that's what we forgot</div><div><br /></div><div>O we will O</div><div><br /></div><div>O shit there it is</div><div><br /></div><div><div>O last of the rumors</div><div><br /></div><div>O last of the civilizations</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8591186878835181381?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-26706196936840105592011-11-07T14:38:00.002-05:002011-11-07T14:41:33.116-05:00nice to see you white<div><br /></div><div>page turned black with back </div><div><br /></div><div>inking and slaughtered</div><div><br /></div><div>to create the darkest dye</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>nice to see you with</div><div><br /></div><div>your pen in hand</div><div><br /></div><div>waiting for the next </div><div><br /></div><div>message or signal</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>to leave marks upon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2670619693684010559?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-35248781201741584492011-09-23T10:50:00.002-04:002011-09-23T10:51:01.234-04:00with these dogs<br /><br />aching and these dogs<br /><br />waking you up<br /><br />when will your feet<br /><br />rest from working<br /><br />we only have two feet<br /><br />you only have one<br /><br />dogs have four<br /><br />they are better<br /><br />than some<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3524878120174158449?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-74256389539652555522011-08-18T10:05:00.002-04:002011-08-18T10:07:17.512-04:00you are either<div> <br /></div><div>in or out</div><div> <br /></div><div>there is no between</div><div> <br /></div><div>or betwixt </div><div> <br /></div><div>no kinda or sorta</div><div> <br /></div><div>no maybe or baby</div><div> <br /></div><div>you are either </div><div> <br /></div><div>in or out</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>those are the rules</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7425638953965255552?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-84581006674484410872011-08-14T14:18:00.003-04:002011-08-14T14:22:51.126-04:00still beating droplet<div> <br /></div><div>left untouched</div><div> <br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unsounded</span> by echo</div><div> <br /></div><div>left disturbed </div><div> <br /></div><div>in the natural </div><div> <br /></div><div>aqueous state</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8458100667448441087?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-82280190954963217162011-08-03T13:43:00.002-04:002011-08-03T13:45:58.701-04:00we all need <div><br /></div><div>the family discount</div><div><br /></div><div>even if we haven't</div><div><br /></div><div>been familial</div><div><br /></div><div>in years</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8228019095496321716?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-37239572919407347072011-08-02T16:44:00.004-04:002011-08-02T16:51:14.624-04:00shorts show<div><br /></div><div>short on money</div><div><br /></div><div>pockets</div><div><br /></div><div>that are empty</div><div><br /></div><div>when cutoffs</div><div><br /></div><div>slice deep like wounds</div><div><br /></div><div>empty sockets</div><div><br /></div><div>worn joints</div><div><br /></div><div>seams holding together</div><div><br /></div><div>only to keep your</div><div><br /></div><div>junk about you</div><div><br /></div><div>from losing that too</div><div><br /></div><div>symbols of slump</div><div><br /></div><div>economic downturn</div><div><br /></div><div>we never inherit</div><div><br /></div><div>full pants </div><div><br /></div><div>always just short</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3723957291940734707?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-10545719781778922812011-07-22T23:35:00.004-04:002011-07-22T23:45:36.972-04:00of oppression<div><br /></div><div>this thick warm blanket</div><div><br /></div><div>of heat bricking</div><div><br /></div><div>on us like a house</div><div><br /></div><div>hot and moist</div><div><br /></div><div>a deadly sadist sees </div><div><br /></div><div>the heat in waves</div><div><br /></div><div>the street</div><div><br /></div><div>curls and cracks</div><div><br /></div><div>the roofs are no use</div><div><br /></div><div>the night is nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>but dark and heavy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ninety two at midnight</div><div><br /></div><div>is just not right </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1054571978177892281?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-80217349549175200542011-07-19T21:26:00.001-04:002011-07-19T21:27:51.370-04:00the back of the menu<div><br /></div><div>had the names of all</div><div><br /></div><div>of the night's acquaintances </div><div><br /></div><div>but not yours, and that</div><div><br /></div><div>is the only one I needed</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8021734954917520054?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-61623472728718463262011-07-06T08:49:00.002-04:002011-07-06T08:52:38.541-04:00sans cloud<div><br /></div><div>sun mood</div><div><br /></div><div>in flight</div><div><br /></div><div>movie moody</div><div><br /></div><div>stuffed stubborn</div><div><br /></div><div>like butt-born pigs</div><div><br /></div><div>them pregnant trees</div><div><br /></div><div>sun move</div><div><br /></div><div>move star</div><div><br /></div><div>across the pie</div><div><br /></div><div>the entire pie</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6162347272871846326?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-37635802756313324402011-06-24T01:08:00.001-04:002011-06-24T01:09:51.291-04:00when the harmonium <div><br /></div><div>plays we can hear history</div><div><br /></div><div>as a clear signal</div><div><br /></div><div>not the cluttered mess</div><div><br /></div><div>we find in the books</div><div><br /></div><div>we read or follow</div><div><br /></div><div>as truth<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">t</span>here is no other truth</div><div><br /></div><div>than music</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3763580275631332440?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-11497809884938944152011-06-10T17:30:00.002-04:002011-06-10T17:32:08.899-04:00on the grass<div><br /></div><div>the ball skids </div><div><br /></div><div>a little</div><div><br /></div><div>and the kids</div><div><br /></div><div>slip up drinking</div><div><br /></div><div>cup along</div><div><br /></div><div>the painted lines</div><div><br /></div><div>to be fair</div><div><br /></div><div>it was a sprinkle</div><div><br /></div><div>little bits </div><div><br /></div><div>of rain</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1149780988493894415?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-77773017728647981932011-06-06T01:35:00.002-04:002011-06-06T01:37:36.381-04:00<div><br /></div><div>to shake things we had not</div><div><br /></div><div>shaken in years and not</div><div><br /></div><div>stirring but shaking </div><div><br /></div><div>like the waves collapse</div><div><br /></div><div>or the beat of the drum's</div><div><br /></div><div>kickback, echo, location</div><div><br /></div><div>on shore </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7777301772864798193?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-32506562032032606972011-05-24T01:10:00.003-04:002011-05-24T01:13:07.553-04:00in all repairs<div><br /></div><div>aiding the band</div><div><br /></div><div>still bleeding</div><div><br /></div><div>leaking oil</div><div><br /></div><div>breaking down</div><div><br /></div><div>needing a tow</div><div><br /></div><div>to the next gig</div><div><br /></div><div>still managing</div><div><br /></div><div>to crash into </div><div><br /></div><div>the same garage</div><div><br /></div><div>each and every night</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3250656203203260697?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-78144143520658513352011-05-02T21:18:00.003-04:002011-05-02T21:20:31.708-04:00the kill mission leaves<div><br /></div><div>no words from the target</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>in that silence</div><div><br /></div><div>the fear begins to rise</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and the backlash</div><div><br /></div><div>across the skin</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>is the true test</div><div><br /></div><div>of the choice we made</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7814414352065851335?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-20858886268598237482011-05-01T23:23:00.001-04:002011-05-01T23:23:41.214-04:00we can stop<div><br /></div><div>fighting now </div><div><br /></div><div>right?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2085888626859823748?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-4121449796545270412011-05-01T23:13:00.003-04:002011-05-01T23:18:12.718-04:00was it a firestorm<div><br /></div><div>or a sniper rifle</div><div><br /></div><div>a siege or a candied</div><div><br /></div><div>apple with razor</div><div><br /></div><div>was it quick and unexpected</div><div><br /></div><div>or was it long and tortuous</div><div><br /></div><div>as so many want it to be</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>if there is any truth in all of this</div><div><br /></div><div>the world can't be a better place</div><div><br /></div><div>but we will devise a new plan</div><div><br /></div><div>to go ahead and try anyway</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-412144979654527041?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-66146611972749646482011-04-26T21:25:00.002-04:002011-04-26T21:26:40.697-04:00if the children<div><br /></div><div>knew that the days</div><div><br /></div><div>will become shorter</div><div><br /></div><div>and harder then </div><div><br /></div><div>they wouldn't be so </div><div><br /></div><div>quick to say that they</div><div><br /></div><div>wish they were older.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6614661197274964648?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-79414049407271184472011-04-25T15:04:00.003-04:002011-04-25T15:08:05.126-04:00DeLaughter sang<div><div> <br /></div><div>"Hey, it's the sun</div><div> <br /></div><div>and it makes me shine."</div><div> <br /></div><div><meta charset="utf-8"> on a day </div><div> <br /></div><div>like today,</div><div> <br /></div><div>but in Texas.</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7941404940727118447?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-8527735861670913002011-04-15T17:19:00.003-04:002011-04-15T17:23:44.457-04:00when the dog<div><br /></div><div>barks at nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>it becomes something</div><div><br /></div><div>material out of fabrication</div><div><br /></div><div>ghosts in the walls</div><div><br /></div><div>she knows something</div><div><br /></div><div>about history</div><div><br /></div><div>growls at the clink</div><div><br /></div><div>of the fence</div><div><br /></div><div>certain that there </div><div><br /></div><div>is something up</div><div><br /></div><div>in the corner</div><div><br /></div><div>of the ceiling</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-852773586167091300?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-21264421180864255722011-03-13T23:23:00.003-04:002011-03-13T23:34:11.933-04:00we sleep low<div><br /></div><div>like lap-dogs</div><div><br /></div><div>or land-ladies</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>into our heads</div><div><br /></div><div>dreaming details </div><div><br /></div><div>of distant stints</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>in different states</div><div><br /></div><div>in Virginias and valleys</div><div><br /></div><div>treasured, York city-tall, </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jersey back-yards</div><div><br /></div><div>both the newer</div><div><br /></div><div>breed and blood-line</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>but by the time</div><div><br /></div><div>we are asleep</div><div><br /></div><div>we've forgotten</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>where we were</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2126442118086425572?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-18134753899216761452011-03-09T00:54:00.004-05:002011-03-09T01:01:45.155-05:00back at my side<div><br /></div><div>you lie next to the couch</div><div><br /></div><div>needing nothing more</div><div><br /></div><div>than the warmth of a body</div><div><br /></div><div>close to you and the pressure</div><div><br /></div><div>of a motionless hand resting</div><div><br /></div><div>fully on your soft blonde shoulder</div><div><br /></div><div>while the flashes from the television</div><div><br /></div><div>go unnoticed in your sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>and you dream of being home</div><div><br /></div><div>out of the city </div><div><br /></div><div>back into the grass</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1813475389921676145?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-56053724646857279282011-02-26T23:36:00.003-05:002011-02-26T23:44:24.893-05:00the unimaginable torque<div><br /></div><div>it takes to fracture the bone</div><div><br /></div><div>only imaginable </div><div><br /></div><div>when the calf of the creature</div><div><br /></div><div>one sees as alpha </div><div><br /></div><div>once round and tomato-</div><div><br /></div><div>shaped, but solid as rock,</div><div><br /></div><div>spirals and splits</div><div><br /></div><div>with one unknowing step</div><div><br /></div><div>across the fractured ice </div><div><br /></div><div>over the fractured concrete</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5605372464685727928?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-56897501938853782532011-02-23T15:24:00.004-05:002011-02-23T15:35:34.364-05:00walk it out<div><br /></div><div>the door then </div><div><br /></div><div>step it onto the street</div><div><br /></div><div>then swift step down</div><div><br /></div><div>the block while whistling</div><div><br /></div><div>past neighbors </div><div><br /></div><div>a nod or smile </div><div><br /></div><div>while fiddling</div><div><br /></div><div>with ears and eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>and traversing </div><div><br /></div><div>the melting piles</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this will become your habit</div><div><br /></div><div>we will become this ritual</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5689750193885378253?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-20110173055108104902011-02-20T21:24:00.006-05:002011-02-20T21:33:09.884-05:00intrusion in return<div><br /></div><div>drop in pressure/</div><div><br /></div><div>temperature/</div><div><br /></div><div>barometric impetuousness/ </div><div><br /></div><div>the false start of spring</div><div><br /></div><div>a hidden shadow </div><div><br /></div><div>was already predicted</div><div><br /></div><div>fooled we were again</div><div><br /></div><div>pig in mud frozen</div><div><br /></div><div>back in tempered time</div><div><br /></div><div>lessened with each</div><div><br /></div><div>wandering week</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2011017305510810490?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-72468950299915647442011-02-20T10:24:00.002-05:002011-02-20T10:32:10.340-05:00tempter seeks revenge<div><br /></div><div>cold winded night</div><div><br /></div><div>when shadows</div><div><br /></div><div>are shades of grey </div><div><br /></div><div>darker than seasons</div><div><br /></div><div>that spawn cold cracked</div><div><br /></div><div>opaqueness </div><div><br /></div><div>(it soon changes</div><div><br /></div><div>into spring)</div><div><br /></div><div>(if not we stay thawless)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7246895029991564744?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-80488470214988139572011-02-14T20:39:00.004-05:002011-02-14T20:48:34.719-05:00<div>the spot in</div><div><br /></div><div>which you park</div><div><br /></div><div>is parallel</div><div><br /></div><div>to the spot</div><div><br /></div><div>within my heart</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(for Steff)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8048847021498813957?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-9692416692679411782011-01-16T16:28:00.003-05:002011-01-16T16:33:37.847-05:00parking is the commodity <div><br /></div><div>amongst icebergs and assholes </div><div><br /></div><div>in giant tanks and gas guzzling</div><div><br /></div><div>megaliths trying to parallel</div><div><br /></div><div>into perpendicular spaces</div><div><br /></div><div>in cellular time</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-969241669267941178?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-56909530543706661352011-01-10T21:16:00.006-05:002011-01-10T21:50:20.490-05:00the cold starts thinking<div><br /></div><div>about tin cans in the street</div><div><br /></div><div>styrofoam islands in the frozen</div><div><br /></div><div>puddles on Monmouth</div><div><br /></div><div>the little girl shatters</div><div><br /></div><div>with a pink skip fracture</div><div><br /></div><div>(that sound always got me</div><div><br /></div><div>like the sound of glass breaking)</div><div><br /></div><div>her pink plastic boots kicking</div><div><br /></div><div>into the groaning grey sky.</div><div><br /></div><div>the cold starts thinking of sticking</div><div><br /></div><div>to our necks, to our stiff</div><div><br /></div><div>upper torsos, stale stale morning</div><div><br /></div><div>breath and fractured</div><div><br /></div><div>vapor foaming out of the exasperated</div><div><br /></div><div>mouths of business men heading</div><div><br /></div><div>to the business day, au pairs huddling</div><div><br /></div><div>their wrapped white babies,</div><div><br /></div><div>storefronts cracking the frozen lock</div><div><br /></div><div>clicking and clanking</div><div><br /></div><div>the sliding metal up </div><div><br /></div><div>into its' housing</div><div><br /></div><div>while the cold takes a crack</div><div><br /></div><div>at each and every sense </div><div><br /></div><div>of each and every waking body.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the cold starts thinking he has some</div><div><br /></div><div>weight to throw around here.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5690953054370666135?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-10203071375450199272011-01-06T00:20:00.004-05:002011-01-06T00:29:52.427-05:00<div>simply do not have </div><div><br /></div><div>means all weights </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> the world</div><div><br /></div><div>falling shoulders</div><div><br /></div><div>frayed bits of hair</div><div><br /></div><div>trickle back</div><div><br /></div><div>facing away </div><div><br /></div><div>she faces today<br /><div><br /></div><div>when you do</div></div><div><br /></div><div>not know which</div><div><br /></div><div>way to face</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>to face</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1020307137545019927?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-88170112673400135142011-01-05T00:30:00.002-05:002011-01-05T00:32:35.660-05:00<div><br /></div><div>and go on vacation...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8817011267340013514?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-71090839452614531102010-12-29T23:29:00.003-05:002011-03-24T21:43:22.055-04:00in this new year<div><br /></div><div>ketchup becomes mustard</div><div><br /></div><div>skips become leaps </div><div><br /></div><div>fours become twos</div><div><br /></div><div>let us sing and chat</div><div><br /></div><div>about the hot dogs</div><div><br /></div><div>and burgers, falling apples</div><div><br /></div><div>at the picnics we dream</div><div><br /></div><div>about on these cold</div><div><br /></div><div>winter white days</div><div><br /></div><div>we sing to keep warm</div><div><br /></div><div>we sing to keep our waters</div><div><br /></div><div>from crystalizing </div><div><br /></div><div>(even though that image</div><div><br /></div><div>is worth the discomfort)</div><div><br /></div><div>in this new year</div><div><br /></div><div>we sing cause we have to</div><div><br /></div><div>opens up the lungs</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7109083945261453110?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-47229022949732221982010-12-27T00:47:00.002-05:002010-12-27T00:59:18.187-05:00fall snow fall <div><br /></div><div>keep the trees</div><div><br /></div><div>in secrecy </div><div><br /></div><div>the sidewalks</div><div><br /></div><div>held quiet</div><div><br /></div><div>drifting up </div><div><br /></div><div>over the cars</div><div><br /></div><div>dunes of soft <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crystalline</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>white gliding up waving</div><div><br /></div><div>in the wind's curve</div><div><br /></div><div>god's weathering example</div><div><br /></div><div>in time lapse</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(he has done this to geological</div><div><br /></div><div>formations all over the globe;</div><div><br /></div><div>this is just a microcosm)</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4722902294973222198?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-4855029606972079342010-12-24T01:58:00.002-05:002010-12-24T02:05:28.476-05:00in the blast<div><br /></div><div>of cold you shelter</div><div><br /></div><div>me in your shield</div><div><br /></div><div>poncho-packed punches</div><div><br /></div><div>hoody-fury and furry</div><div><br /></div><div>holding in fear</div><div><br /></div><div>that wind may</div><div><br /></div><div>take me away</div><div><br /></div><div>which is not an injustice</div><div><br /></div><div>you could stand</div><div><br /></div><div>idly by and watch</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is your street</div><div><br /></div><div>too you know </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-485502960697207934?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-14018083044539935112010-12-23T00:54:00.005-05:002010-12-23T01:20:16.046-05:00subtle as subtlety <div><br /></div><div>tipping slightly to the right</div><div><br /></div><div>spirits (liquors?) sightings </div><div><br /></div><div>tonight's quick stutter-step</div><div><br /></div><div>and trip into the dream</div><div><br /></div><div>the man walking behind</div><div><br /></div><div>you talking to the gods</div><div><br /></div><div>asking for some change</div><div><br /></div><div>not the clinking kind</div><div><br /></div><div>but a different path</div><div><br /></div><div>something involving iron</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe 5th Street</div><div><br /></div><div>or 6th or maybe</div><div><br /></div><div>in the dream </div><div><br /></div><div>he is a shoulder closer</div><div><br /></div><div>than he should be</div><div><br /></div><div>and the shadows</div><div><br /></div><div>of former alleys</div><div><br /></div><div>and embankments are now</div><div><br /></div><div>aglow with anticipation</div><div><br /></div><div>and hope as she wakes</div><div><br /></div><div>turns over </div><div><br /></div><div>breathes deep</div><div><br /></div><div>into the covers</div><div><br /></div><div>on the morning</div><div><br /></div><div>of the first day of winter</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1401808304453993511?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-86112149019681482232010-12-19T14:17:00.008-05:002010-12-19T14:25:58.526-05:00you said you would<div><br /></div><div>never sing these songs</div><div><br /></div><div>again but you reneged </div><div><br /></div><div>and here you are</div><div><br /></div><div>emotionally vulnerable</div><div><br /></div><div>sexually frustrated</div><div><br /></div><div>lyrically derivative</div><div><br /></div><div><i>why bother?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It's gonna hurt me.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It's gonna kill when you desert me.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>(12/18/10)</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8611214901968148223?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-81695869999653750192010-12-10T01:03:00.005-05:002010-12-10T01:14:48.513-05:00heat being on<div><br /></div><div>you: being of sound </div><div><br /></div><div>knowing the bass </div><div><br /></div><div>in my voice needs </div><div><br /></div><div>to be taken out of </div><div><br /></div><div>the subs and that wood</div><div><br /></div><div>panelling on walls</div><div><br /></div><div>creates thunderous echoes</div><div><br /></div><div>the occasional applause</div><div><br /></div><div>rumbles from bulky trucks</div><div><br /></div><div>thrashing by and emergency</div><div><br /></div><div>vehicles that stop traffic when </div><div><br /></div><div>we are breathing too heavy</div><div><br /></div><div>or need <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">resuscitation</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8169586999965375019?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-30881516905559203162010-12-01T21:23:00.002-05:002010-12-01T21:29:02.112-05:00image this:<div><br /></div><div>the floor is covered in wood.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wood floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Titans of indie ashtrays only sing</div><div><br /></div><div>off key because it's cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>THE WOOD FLOOR.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">L</span>ast week, we made flowers</div><div><br /></div><div>from our underwear.</div><div><br /></div><div>This week we wear flowers</div><div><br /></div><div>as underwear, but where</div><div><br /></div><div>do you draw the string?</div><div><br /></div><div>On the wood floor, of course. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the stage with the wood floor,</div><div><br /></div><div>of course. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3088151690555920316?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-19151743151792066422010-11-27T23:33:00.002-05:002010-11-27T23:37:36.569-05:00moving three <div><div><br /></div><div>into the space</div><div><br /></div><div>of one is not </div><div><br /></div><div>as hard as it sounds</div><div><br /></div><div>just take away two </div><div><br /></div><div>and become one</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1915174315179206642?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-21770983439524750982010-11-25T22:16:00.003-05:002010-11-25T22:23:13.242-05:00in the cellular light<div><br /></div><div>the images of smooth</div><div><br /></div><div>skin are actuated </div><div><br /></div><div>by the truth of the curve</div><div><br /></div><div>and the honesty </div><div><br /></div><div>that brings beauty </div><div><br /></div><div>into the light</div><div><br /></div><div>into our images</div><div><br /></div><div>into our images </div><div><br /></div><div>of imperfections</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2177098343952475098?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-72108443399899829652010-11-25T08:35:00.002-05:002010-11-25T08:37:48.077-05:00I am the one<div><br /></div><div>to blame for making</div><div><br /></div><div>Jessica Simpson fat </div><div><br /></div><div>when we really know</div><div><br /></div><div>it's genetic (I mean</div><div><br /></div><div>look at Homer)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7210844339989982965?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-30025560736235088372010-11-18T01:17:00.005-05:002010-11-18T01:24:45.093-05:00tomorrow butterfly yourself<div><br /></div><div>call this season an "it"</div><div><br /></div><div>eat more air than bread</div><div><br /></div><div>kiss all the grills</div><div><br /></div><div>with gold and spark</div><div><br /></div><div>inlay upon lampshade </div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow's dearth of dark</div><div><br /></div><div>signaling in the sons of sun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3002556073623508837?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-89954756782202057552010-11-13T22:24:00.004-05:002010-11-13T22:38:32.426-05:00move these bookshelves<div><br /></div><div>with the tips of your fingers</div><div><br /></div><div>move them like turning </div><div><br /></div><div>their pages and riffling</div><div><br /></div><div>though their stories</div><div><br /></div><div>move these bookshelves</div><div><br /></div><div>and dust them along</div><div><br /></div><div>the spine, place them</div><div><br /></div><div>in boxes </div><div><br /></div><div>move these bookshelves</div><div><br /></div><div>find new books </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>play with them</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>place them next to</div><div><br /></div><div>new books just finished</div><div><br /></div><div>which I guess now </div><div><br /></div><div>are the old ones too</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(repeat these steps)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8995475678220205755?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-72715039577043250592010-11-07T00:45:00.003-04:002010-11-07T00:54:51.164-04:00did you post speeds<div><br /><div>bicycles are vengeance vehicles</div><div><br /></div><div>cars are bullying fat kids</div><div><br /></div><div>we liken transportation to sport</div><div><br /></div><div>gathering titles instead of tires</div><div><br /></div><div>points on pointed crosswalks</div><div><br /></div><div>angles on the acute actions</div><div><br /></div><div>of pedestrian antics and tourist</div><div><br /></div><div>hips into traffic and rear views</div><div><br /></div><div>we are closer than we appear</div><div><br /></div><div>we were only doing thirty five</div><div><br /></div><div>mothers and fathers feared</div><div><br /></div><div>further <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">accelerations</span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><br /></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">panicked baby buggies</span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><br /></span></div><div>teetering too tightly</div><div><br /></div><div>in the traffic's tense flow</div><div><br /></div><div>(I am always alarmed</div><div><br /></div><div>by this lack of forethought)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7271503957704325059?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-91957402957911944862010-11-03T23:21:00.002-04:002010-11-03T23:25:42.200-04:00nestle is the nicest<div><br /></div><div>term to use when </div><div><br /></div><div>the apple sits in the cloth</div><div><br /></div><div>clinging to the water</div><div><br /></div><div>from the wash</div><div><br /></div><div>(wait til the juices</div><div><br /></div><div>nestle into the buds</div><div><br /></div><div>then this term </div><div><br /></div><div>turns true) </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-9195740295791194486?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-40909544036728936042010-11-02T18:51:00.003-04:002010-11-02T19:02:18.598-04:00if the house is not in order<div><br /></div><div>then the man of the household</div><div><br /></div><div>is not a mirror reflection of his waste</div><div><br /></div><div>nor the previous occupants' </div><div><br /></div><div>soiled rugs, crumpled wrappers, </div><div><br /></div><div>it is a promotion of the work</div><div><br /></div><div>that has yet to be done </div><div><br /></div><div>and the acknowledgment</div><div><br /></div><div>of the approaching decades</div><div><br /></div><div>necessary to undo all that had been done</div><div><br /></div><div>when the house was neglected</div><div><br /></div><div>when the house wasn't ours</div><div><br /></div><div>to live in or maintain</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4090954403672893604?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-34995729850193296842010-10-29T23:54:00.005-04:002010-10-30T00:11:40.311-04:00if you leave the page<div><br /></div><div>for a moment you may </div><div><br /></div><div>miss the first time</div><div><br /></div><div>you fell for the line</div><div><br /></div><div>that truly moved you</div><div><br /></div><div>or the images</div><div><br /></div><div>that stayed with you:</div><div><br /></div><div>the dog with the look</div><div><br /></div><div>(you know the look)</div><div><br /></div><div>a family of geese</div><div><br /></div><div>long in the intersection</div><div><br /></div><div>children bouncing</div><div><br /></div><div>the ball off the chirping car</div><div><br /></div><div>lines of ants parading</div><div><br /></div><div>into pillars of rusted dust</div><div><br /></div><div>you see it a different way</div><div><br /></div><div>because you see the world</div><div><br /></div><div>is a little smaller each day</div><div><br /></div><div>that there are a few less lines</div><div><br /></div><div>left in the black ribbon </div><div><br /></div><div>that dries too easily</div><div><br /></div><div>in the drafts</div><div><br /></div><div>through the window pane</div><div><br /></div><div>ideas on the sidewalks</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3499572985019329684?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-42862981887085935982010-09-09T09:59:00.002-04:002010-09-09T10:03:01.062-04:00pay the little poet please<div><br /></div><div>he needs to feed his needs</div><div><br /></div><div>she wears all of her wears</div><div><br /></div><div>please pay these people </div><div><br /></div><div>a little pay please </div><div><br /></div><div>(it is starting to get cold out)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4286298188708593598?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-19860446390702931102010-08-03T13:09:00.003-04:002010-08-03T13:13:28.284-04:00these aren't questions of faith<div><br /></div><div>these are questions of a record</div><div><br /></div><div>of history and a map of a world</div><div><br /></div><div>we haven't been able to chart</div><div><br /></div><div>because of the divine hand </div><div><br /></div><div>that continues to pull people's</div><div><br /></div><div>pulses from each other </div><div><br /></div><div>further from agreement</div><div><br /></div><div>into the throws of war </div><div><br /></div><div>after war after war </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1986044639070293110?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-6404825869718768612010-07-19T09:39:00.001-04:002010-07-19T09:39:50.622-04:00can I have <div><br /></div><div>a pen</div><div><br /></div><div>and a piece</div><div><br /></div><div>of paper</div><div><br /></div><div>to write up</div><div><br /></div><div>the guest list?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-640482586971876861?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-5511779834695825982010-06-26T22:12:00.002-04:002010-06-26T22:17:00.685-04:00on that steep incline<div><br /></div><div>the lawn it is called</div><div><br /></div><div>I have the people</div><div><br /></div><div>around me that I have</div><div><br /></div><div>brought together</div><div><br /></div><div>in the most beautiful</div><div><br /></div><div>moments of their </div><div><br /></div><div>sonorous lives</div><div><br /></div><div>and those that you</div><div><br /></div><div>four have conducted </div><div><br /></div><div>in there nightly</div><div><br /></div><div>dance rituals</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-551177983469582598?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-49164707318743017212010-06-24T00:44:00.004-04:002010-06-24T00:53:16.200-04:00still by the water<div><br /></div><div>she sits stares</div><div><br /></div><div>wonders if the fabrics</div><div><br /></div><div>will be for her dress</div><div><br /></div><div>or her doll's </div><div><br /></div><div>wonders why all the others</div><div><br /></div><div>skip when they walk</div><div><br /></div><div> when she can only </div><div><br /></div><div>slowly stride and take time</div><div><br /></div><div>with each line she has </div><div><br /></div><div>to create or fabricate</div><div><br /></div><div>out of those </div><div><br /></div><div>moment's pure </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> sublime pause</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4916470731874301721?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-46105301566255401122010-06-22T22:34:00.003-04:002010-06-22T22:35:56.938-04:00if I ask them what school<div><br /></div><div>you were from or</div><div><br /></div><div>what movement you were</div><div><br /></div><div>part of</div><div><br /></div><div>they would not know what</div><div><br /></div><div>to say</div><div><br /></div><div>they failed the test</div><div><br /></div><div>and failed it gloriously</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4610530156625540112?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-67320332962105141292010-06-13T21:58:00.002-04:002010-06-13T22:01:17.873-04:00the clock facing the city<div><br /></div><div>never fails to alert </div><div><br /></div><div>those who work there</div><div><br /></div><div>that they must come back </div><div><br /></div><div>here to where the clock</div><div><br /></div><div>stands and where the rent</div><div><br /></div><div>and energy bill</div><div><br /></div><div>is part of the the unending</div><div><br /></div><div>plan to keep us at bay</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6732033296210514129?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-84361833485461323172010-06-13T01:47:00.003-04:002010-06-13T01:56:55.953-04:00in late spring<div><br /></div><div>her black dress</div><div><br /></div><div> takes its time strapped</div><div><br /></div><div> tied in bow across the painted</div><div><br /></div><div>mural between blades</div><div><br /></div><div>of shoulders</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>showing the shadows</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>that the night</div><div><br /></div><div>tries to hide</div><div><br /></div><div>with its coy dark</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>absence of a light</div><div><br /></div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>barring the candle</div><div><br /></div><div>which makes waves</div><div><br /></div><div>of the air as visible</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>as the constant</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>shimmering eyes</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8436183348546132317?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-1983219934776704642010-06-12T10:22:00.001-04:002010-06-12T10:24:15.822-04:00we are invited to a bbq<div><br /></div><div>in your back yard:</div><div><br /></div><div>you ask us to bring a bbq</div><div><br /></div><div>and a back yard:</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for having us.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-198321993477670464?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-54972218290408089142010-06-03T00:19:00.004-04:002010-06-03T00:36:30.299-04:00when you bring the poem<div><br /></div><div>to them and I mean by truck<div><br /></div><div>by payload after payload</div><div><br /></div><div>brimming in the bed</div><div><br /></div><div>overflowing the hitch </div><div><br /></div><div>taking each line</div><div><br /></div><div>and lugging them</div><div><br /></div><div>over the shoulder </div><div><br /></div><div>over to the house </div><div><br /></div><div>you are building</div><div><br /></div><div>and show them how to</div><div><br /></div><div>set the posts margins constraints</div><div><br /></div><div>they will tell you </div><div><br /></div><div>that they are grateful for this lesson</div><div><br /></div><div>for bringing the poem</div><div><br /></div><div>to them and reconstructing it</div><div><br /></div><div>so that they too can go in</div><div><br /></div><div>construct their own</div><div><br /></div><div>drive their truck</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5497221829040808914?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-63474284618028227812010-05-17T23:50:00.002-04:002010-05-17T23:54:55.007-04:00the threads of the blanket<div><br /></div><div>tossed against the pillow</div><div><br /></div><div>with her hair's fine silk</div><div><br /></div><div>tracing it like maps</div><div><br /></div><div>of highway service roads</div><div><br /></div><div>is more than his heart</div><div><br /></div><div>can take as she mumbles </div><div><br /></div><div>something wonderfully silly </div><div><br /></div><div>in her sleep, something</div><div><br /></div><div>about his blinker being on</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6347428461802822781?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-30998988861105251722010-05-16T21:45:00.002-04:002010-05-16T21:46:09.628-04:00have you seen<div><br /></div><div>my dog we haven't</div><div><br /></div><div>seen him either</div><div><br /></div><div>or her actually</div><div><br /></div><div>we haven't had them</div><div><br /></div><div>in so long </div><div><br /></div><div>that my allergies</div><div><br /></div><div>are returning</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3099898886110525172?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-49957521510139255052010-05-04T00:25:00.002-04:002010-05-04T00:41:03.140-04:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 miles</div><div><br /></div><div>scar, spreading and spewed</div><div><br /></div><div>across the southern sea</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 miles</div><div><br /></div><div>of 'filler up...credit'</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 mile</div><div><br /></div><div>road trip for seven years</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 mile</div><div><br /></div><div>slick, up and down the coast</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 mile</div><div><br /></div><div>stain, a strain on the shores</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000</div><div><br /></div><div>faults and flaws</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000th</div><div><br /></div><div>time I've put the mileage</div><div><br /></div><div>back to zero</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000th </div><div><br /></div><div>fuck up too</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this is my 126,000 </div><div><br /></div><div><div>this is my fault</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4995752151013925505?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-60578074419523525012010-04-18T16:24:00.003-04:002010-04-18T16:29:12.694-04:00field: there is not a vision<div><br /></div><div>satiate: there is no free lunch</div><div><br /></div><div>parody: there is no life real</div><div><br /></div><div>sealed: the lunch is bagged</div><div><br /></div><div>confrontation: there is no front</div><div><br /></div><div>blasphemy: there is no belief</div><div><br /></div><div>indulgence: there is no more left</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acquiescent</span>: there is no more refusal</div><div><br /></div><div>field: there are no more visions</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6057807441952352501?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-39811660604608661142010-04-10T03:18:00.002-04:002010-04-10T03:30:20.250-04:00I tune with your tunes<div><br /></div><div>and then swap spit</div><div><br /></div><div>mac to cheese</div><div><br /></div><div>cheese to mac</div><div><br /></div><div>white to white</div><div><br /></div><div>the log flumes</div><div><br /></div><div>the shameless rides</div><div><br /></div><div>and cornered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DJs</span></div><div><br /></div><div>watching the boots</div><div><br /></div><div>the hot dog queen</div><div><br /></div><div>the fiasco of the business-</div><div><br /></div><div>man's hairpiece creeping</div><div><br /></div><div>the unstoppable <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">requesters</span></div><div><br /></div><div>who fail to see </div><div><br /></div><div>that we don't take requests</div><div><br /></div><div>the Jewish girl </div><div><br /></div><div>who feigns <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fervor</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>(tip your bartender</div><div><br /></div><div>she's my kinda girl)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3981166060460866114?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-53864160035567968212010-03-20T01:40:00.002-04:002010-03-20T01:44:22.670-04:00bike o bike<div><br /></div><div>sun o sun</div><div><br /></div><div>light o light</div><div><br /></div><div>run run run</div><div><br /></div><div>over the shore path</div><div><br /></div><div>under the dirty bridge</div><div><br /></div><div>behind the foundry</div><div><br /></div><div>beside the edge</div><div><br /></div><div>of the pot hole</div><div><br /></div><div>porous pavement </div><div><br /></div><div>save your tires</div><div><br /></div><div>from bad behavior</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5386416003556796821?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-38308232879911742322010-03-15T23:53:00.003-04:002010-03-16T00:00:11.897-04:00there is nothing tragic<div><br /></div><div>about a countess losing</div><div><br /></div><div>count of her heirs </div><div><br /></div><div>losing count of her wealth</div><div><br /></div><div>losing out on this death</div><div><br /></div><div>of a count </div><div><br /></div><div>of an account</div><div><br /></div><div>of a lifted pace or face</div><div><br /></div><div>of course she is this disgrace</div><div><br /></div><div>and the knife bring her stasis</div><div><br /></div><div>cold cold normal stasis</div><div><br /></div><div>level upon level upon level</div><div><br /></div><div>of made up make up</div><div><br /></div><div>countess lose count </div><div><br /></div><div>of your break ups</div><div><br /></div><div>fake cups </div><div><br /></div><div>lips too</div><div><br /></div><div>million upon million</div><div><br /></div><div>into your counted oblivion</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3830823287991174232?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-73219247167896265922010-02-21T09:46:00.003-05:002010-02-21T09:51:48.925-05:00in abstentia <div><br /></div><div>what can replace the body</div><div><br /></div><div>or the sensual </div><div><br /></div><div>taste touch tonic</div><div><br /></div><div>the denile of essential</div><div><br /></div><div>oils and fragrance</div><div><br /></div><div>loyal to you and I</div><div><br /></div><div>and afraid </div><div><br /></div><div>of growing wilder</div><div><br /></div><div>not older</div><div><br /></div><div>in its absense</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7321924716789626592?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-22640601106989813572010-02-13T10:28:00.004-05:002010-02-13T10:31:02.854-05:00a smile on her face<div><br /></div><div>turning upwards</div><div><br /></div><div>until it reaches skies</div><div><br /></div><div>(that process)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2264060110698981357?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-42498817254748124802010-02-11T17:52:00.002-05:002010-02-11T17:56:58.500-05:00the snow left <div><br /></div><div>behind is no match</div><div><br /></div><div>for the sun that wants</div><div><br /></div><div>to glare through</div><div><br /></div><div>make the water<div><br /></div><div>cold in the power</div><div><br /></div><div>that it wields </div><div><br /></div><div>even at this particular angle</div><div><br /></div><div>and time of our day</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4249881725474812480?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-64292958138248704682010-02-11T17:49:00.002-05:002010-02-11T17:52:12.002-05:00you can only<div><br /></div><div>feel so much for them</div><div><br /></div><div>before you start</div><div><br /></div><div>to realize that you</div><div><br /></div><div>are suffering just</div><div><br /></div><div>the same as them</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6429295813824870468?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-14789109623782789742010-02-10T16:23:00.003-05:002010-02-10T16:28:01.022-05:00thank you for this white blessing<div><br /></div><div>and this day of white reflection</div><div><br /></div><div>as the white piles up </div><div><br /></div><div>and the white pillars fall</div><div><br /></div><div>all the way to the street</div><div><br /></div><div>only to become grey </div><div><br /></div><div>not the way it is supposed to</div><div><br /></div><div>be not this white purity</div><div><br /></div><div>that takes away this grey </div><div><br /></div><div>pavement and dismay from us</div><div><br /></div><div>so that we can blanket</div><div><br /></div><div>today anew and start with</div><div><br /></div><div>the snow, finish with calm</div><div><br /></div><div>that it has brought</div><div><br /></div><div>in the guise of a storm</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-1478910962378278974?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-51143670354692098652010-02-05T19:58:00.004-05:002010-02-05T20:06:14.522-05:00never a surprise<div><br /></div><div>even to the predictors </div><div><br /></div><div>of depths and images</div><div><br /></div><div>and snowdrifts</div><div><br /></div><div>radars and crystal</div><div><br /></div><div>ball rooms full</div><div><br /></div><div>of white and grey and pink</div><div><br /></div><div>clouds with latitudes</div><div><br /></div><div>and longitudes for tattoos</div><div><br /></div><div>salters and spreaders</div><div><br /></div><div>to first instigate</div><div><br /></div><div>then deaden the pain</div><div><br /></div><div>that proceeds frostbite</div><div><br /></div><div>and white out blind winds</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5114367035469209865?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-30466822702727600242010-02-05T00:29:00.003-05:002010-02-05T00:32:27.216-05:00knowing that red<div><br /></div><div>at the dance red at the light</div><div><br /></div><div>red in Harlem dancing</div><div><br /></div><div>to the cold fears that</div><div><br /></div><div>are outside the buildings</div><div><br /></div><div>and circling the streets</div><div><br /></div><div>warm inside warm and red</div><div><br /></div><div>on the side of the walk</div><div><br /></div><div>and the tread of the boots</div><div><br /></div><div>as the song sings its chorus</div><div><br /></div><div>and you sway red to the beat</div><div><br /></div><div>to the red light </div><div><br /></div><div>and the red red night</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3046682270272760024?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-62591290959881172602010-01-29T00:39:00.003-05:002010-01-29T00:49:01.052-05:00except for the language<div><br /></div><div>what it is that we don't get</div><div><br /></div><div>about this flawed communication</div><div><br /></div><div>that is so infuriating?</div><div><br /></div><div>I know this is theory</div><div><br /></div><div>not faith or even morality</div><div><br /></div><div>but you cannot give away</div><div><br /></div><div>the password to the vault</div><div><br /></div><div>or the key code to the file</div><div><br /></div><div>to the one with the most</div><div><br /></div><div>in the vault or least invested</div><div><br /></div><div>in your time and word;</div><div><br /></div><div>this is not a supremely made decision</div><div><br /></div><div>this will be the birth</div><div><br /></div><div>of the most false notion</div><div><br /></div><div>of democracy, one </div><div><br /></div><div>that is fully emblazoned</div><div><br /></div><div>on the next pressing</div><div><br /></div><div>of coin </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6259129095988117260?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-23606177402266427482010-01-23T17:01:00.002-05:002010-01-23T17:09:21.921-05:00bicycle in the way<div><br /></div><div>of repetition today</div><div><br /></div><div>and all those gulls </div><div><br /></div><div>that flocked to the sagging</div><div><br /></div><div>spot by the water</div><div><br /></div><div>cramped up in the cold</div><div><br /></div><div>want my flight </div><div><br /></div><div>not their own to take</div><div><br /></div><div>them south or a place</div><div><br /></div><div>where an organs can pump</div><div><br /></div><div>blood faster than the cold</div><div><br /></div><div>air next to the Hudson </div><div><br /></div><div>will allow, shallow breathes</div><div><br /></div><div>slower beats, wheeze </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2360617740226642748?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-57180694942482142662010-01-09T22:07:00.004-05:002010-01-09T22:16:18.537-05:00Bookshelves are transparent.<div><br /></div><div>I wish the books were. </div><div><br /></div><div>They wouldn't weigh</div><div><br /></div><div>so much. I wish that the pages</div><div><br /></div><div>were as light collectively</div><div><br /></div><div>as they are when they are lonely</div><div><br /></div><div>when the reader takes one</div><div><br /></div><div>into their hand, holds it there</div><div><br /></div><div>wisp-in-the-wind light, no pounds</div><div><br /></div><div>no hard cover to hide between,</div><div><br /></div><div>revealing the weight </div><div><br /></div><div>of the words. This should never be</div><div><br /></div><div>with complete transparency. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5718069494248214266?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-78830430986061503112009-12-29T01:47:00.002-05:002009-12-29T01:54:44.452-05:00have you found the end<div><br /></div><div>of your year yet I know its</div><div><br /></div><div>around here somewhere</div><div><br /></div><div>but it has gone missing</div><div><br /></div><div>like the keys and wallet</div><div><br /></div><div>events and occupations</div><div><br /></div><div>photos and poems</div><div><br /></div><div>all the days we have left</div><div><br /></div><div>behind and all the narrow</div><div><br /></div><div>paths that begin to widen</div><div><br /></div><div>in the fresh start of a decade</div><div><br /></div><div>the truly trivial beginning</div><div><br /></div><div>of a numerical refresh button</div><div><br /></div><div>we feel safe starting at one</div><div><br /></div><div>like a newly created piece</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7883043098606150311?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-7516376027764067572009-12-26T13:52:00.004-05:002009-12-26T13:59:33.314-05:00rain eats it<div><br /></div><div>away from paint</div><div><br /></div><div>and salt strips her</div><div><br /></div><div>last bits of gloss</div><div><br /></div><div>auburn burnt rust</div><div><br /></div><div>metal bent and popped</div><div><br /></div><div>into place, scars </div><div><br /></div><div>of street sweepers </div><div><br /></div><div>stains of plow</div><div><br /></div><div>iodine in detritus</div><div><br /></div><div>cracks in streets, wheels</div><div><br /></div><div>rains eat it</div><div><br /></div><div>away so she can</div><div><br /></div><div>shine again tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> --for Sue B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-751637602776406757?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-43525319799877563052009-12-19T21:14:00.003-05:002009-12-19T21:15:53.449-05:00if this white blanket<div><br /></div><div>folds and it will</div><div><br /></div><div>with the help of salt</div><div><br /></div><div>and stone then</div><div><br /></div><div>this renewal seems</div><div><br /></div><div>false and this all</div><div><br /></div><div>seems so not pure</div><div><br /></div><div>and the blanket</div><div><br /></div><div>becomes binding</div><div><br /></div><div>around the feet</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4352531979987756305?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-6342140963995928072009-12-07T20:41:00.002-05:002009-12-07T21:00:24.823-05:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">december</span> is the cruelest brunch<div><br /></div><div>and the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">samich</span>" stand freezes</div><div><br /></div><div>to it own leaks and metals</div><div><br /></div><div>so we'll go to the lunch place</div><div><br /></div><div>with the soup and we'll go to</div><div><br /></div><div>remember the dinner before</div><div><br /></div><div>we have even tasted an appetizer</div><div><br /></div><div>or a kiss or the first spoon </div><div><br /></div><div>of our new year</div><div><br /></div><div>and the anniversary </div><div><br /></div><div>of my minor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">entree</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>into this air, vapor</div><div><br /></div><div>cloud white </div><div><br /></div><div>in this atmosphere </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-634214096399592807?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-66504130588694735702009-11-08T21:32:00.002-05:002009-11-08T21:39:19.340-05:00bye bye white cheddar<div><br /></div><div>and dead mouse dying</div><div><br /></div><div>at the hand of a butcher</div><div><br /></div><div>who couldn't figure out</div><div><br /></div><div>the simplest cut; he dragged</div><div><br /></div><div>and tore at the meat;</div><div><br /></div><div>breaking it down hard</div><div><br /></div><div>as the drive that kept it living.</div><div><br /></div><div>With the trails</div><div><br /></div><div>of meat left behind</div><div><br /></div><div>and the snows that are coming</div><div><br /></div><div>the leopard will be along </div><div><br /></div><div>to quickly clean </div><div><br /></div><div>up the fragments</div><div><br /></div><div>and bits of memory</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6650413058869473570?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-85729116344357851352009-10-29T12:55:00.002-04:002009-10-29T12:57:13.962-04:00in passages not taken<br /><br />by these shoes<br /><br />all of you will be welcomed<br /><br />in by the mystery<br /><br />of a cover and the promise<br /><br />of a celebration<br /><br />in the desert.<br /><br />Be cautious: it's cold out at night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8572911634435785135?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-84264230455069967922009-10-13T01:38:00.002-04:002009-10-13T01:41:12.725-04:00no matter<div><br /></div><div>how many times</div><div><br /></div><div>I get to see you </div><div><br /></div><div>folks I want to see</div><div><br /></div><div>you folks even more</div><div><br /></div><div>and more</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8426423045506996792?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-23779982802177599542009-10-11T19:42:00.002-04:002009-10-11T19:49:12.037-04:00hitting the door<div><br /></div><div>faster than they could </div><div><br /></div><div>hit the cold concrete</div><div><br /></div><div>faster than the girl</div><div><br /></div><div>could scream</div><div><br /></div><div>faster than the traffic</div><div><br /></div><div>that continued by</div><div><br /></div><div>faster than it took</div><div><br /></div><div>for the ambulance </div><div><br /></div><div>to come faster than</div><div><br /></div><div>blood that was running</div><div><br /></div><div>faster than the thought</div><div><br /></div><div>where I place ourselves</div><div><br /></div><div>on their cycle faster </div><div><br /></div><div>than the thought</div><div><br /></div><div>that we are safe for now</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-2377998280217759954?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-74359255651005531132009-10-08T23:48:00.003-04:002009-10-08T23:54:01.280-04:00embodied in the red _____<div><br /></div><div>cautious as the pink soft ____</div><div><br /></div><div>she looks at ____</div><div><br /></div><div>finds the mistake on the ____</div><div><br /></div><div>and turns to _____</div><div><br /></div><div>song called _____</div><div><br /></div><div>says, "You still got ____!"</div><div><br /></div><div>he leans over and gives her a ____</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7435925565100553113?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-38075288467576719342009-10-07T04:27:00.002-04:002009-10-07T04:29:39.151-04:00rev the motor<div><br /></div><div>city rival can't</div><div><br /></div><div>beat the down</div><div><br /></div><div>or back but</div><div><br /></div><div>drip the night</div><div><br /></div><div>into rainy religion</div><div><br /></div><div>spin the disc</div><div><br /></div><div>around me when</div><div><br /></div><div>the pick up becomes</div><div><br /></div><div>the finale</div><div><br /></div><div>and we get home</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3807528846757671934?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-65482724375263030212009-10-01T21:21:00.004-04:002009-10-02T00:14:14.514-04:00you're turning the tables.<div><br /></div><div>i'm siding the winder.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>your plan is engaged.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm engaged to plans.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>your simple torque. </div><div><br /></div><div>my frenetic step.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>your pretty little ditty.</div><div><br /></div><div>my sad little pretending.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>you're finding a song.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm singing your find.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i'm singing your song.</div><div><br /></div><div>you're spinning it again.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6548272437526303021?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-67102200726086062142009-09-25T16:24:00.003-04:002009-09-25T21:30:32.747-04:00the fearful images<div><br /></div><div>in my mind are created</div><div><br /></div><div>by my mind </div><div><br /></div><div>and by the exploitations</div><div><br /></div><div>of the faces </div><div><br /></div><div>seen in the past</div><div><br /></div><div>(this is where</div><div><br /></div><div>these fears stem from</div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize</div><div><br /></div><div>for their dictations) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6710220072608606214?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-58579698937094161672009-09-22T20:35:00.004-04:002009-10-08T23:42:53.298-04:00cousin is far too detached<div><br /></div><div>sounding and I think</div><div><br /></div><div>that had I called to you</div><div><br /></div><div>as a brother, or </div><div><br /></div><div>an uncle, maybe we </div><div><br /></div><div>could've had you for longer</div><div><br /></div><div>or just another day</div><div><br /></div><div>for me to tell you this.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5857969893709416167?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-35507594344594428652009-09-20T20:39:00.002-04:002009-09-20T20:42:32.878-04:00the sad part <div><br /></div><div>is that we sit</div><div><br /></div><div>and wait for a blip</div><div><br /></div><div>on the radar</div><div><br /></div><div>flicker of hope</div><div><br /></div><div>red LED on</div><div><br /></div><div>vibrate mode</div><div><br /></div><div>the sadder part</div><div><br /></div><div>is the chorus</div><div><br /></div><div>but it needs </div><div><br /></div><div>to be drafted</div><div><br /></div><div>some more</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3550759434459442865?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-6795925135364953742009-09-18T00:12:00.005-04:002009-09-18T00:21:38.730-04:00<div>never said goodbye to your son</div><div><br /></div><div>and now you</div><div><br /></div><div>with all the distances </div><div><br /></div><div>that living </div><div><br /></div><div>each of our lives </div><div><br /></div><div>creates we seldom</div><div><br /></div><div>see how far one ocean</div><div><br /></div><div>is from the other</div><div><br /></div><div>because it is a real space</div><div><br /></div><div>unlike the kinds</div><div><br /></div><div>I have created in time</div><div><br /></div><div>and place</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(forgive me for not</div><div><br /></div><div>being graceful here</div><div><br /></div><div>but I miss the hell</div><div><br /></div><div>out of you guys)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>In Memory of Bruce Schroeder</i> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-679592513536495374?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-39441906144647757602009-09-17T00:29:00.004-04:002009-09-17T00:44:33.364-04:00<div><br /></div><div>one must start thinking where</div><div><br /></div><div>you are and where one </div><div><br /></div><div>is right now </div><div><br /></div><div>the time that you believed</div><div><br /></div><div>this to be true and real</div><div><br /></div><div>not a figure in the sky</div><div><br /></div><div>or a hand on a face</div><div><br /></div><div>but a sense in the mind</div><div><br /></div><div>or the ache in the knee</div><div><br /></div><div>things that show passings</div><div><br /></div><div>rings in the tree</div><div><br /></div><div>grooves of the valley</div><div><br /></div><div>the distrust in man's</div><div><br /></div><div>inventions and facades</div><div><br /></div><div>or how you've embrace them</div><div><br /></div><div>here we are now</div><div><br /></div><div>into the origins of this</div><div><br /></div><div>playless drama</div><div><br /></div><div>the queen's death</div><div><br /></div><div>the outpooring of love</div><div><br /></div><div>the birth of a new one</div><div><br /></div><div>through time</div><div><br /></div><div><i>see the sun</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>its trying again</i></div><div><br /></div><div>but we are not here</div><div><br /></div><div>to follow this tail</div><div><br /></div><div>or toil in it's shine</div><div><br /></div><div>we must raise it up</div><div><br /></div><div>and prevent us from</div><div><br /></div><div><i>dying again</i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3944190614464775760?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-66290179923860860892009-09-09T00:17:00.001-04:002009-09-09T00:19:02.653-04:00his discovery:<div><br /></div><div>the planks are loose</div><div><br /></div><div>out by the old shed.</div><div><br /></div><div>when he tore it away,</div><div><br /></div><div>a garden was left.</div><div><br /></div><div>This he keeps up</div><div><br /></div><div>and finds paths </div><div><br /></div><div>to whichever sense</div><div><br /></div><div>he wants to explore.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6629017992386086089?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-39244415754179539062009-09-07T15:06:00.004-04:002009-09-07T15:10:59.040-04:00bring me <div><br /></div><div>back to life<div><br /></div><div>once again </div><div><br /></div><div>into warm airs</div><div><br /></div><div>and coiled sheets</div><div><br /></div><div>sweet with sweat</div><div><br /></div><div>and spilled glasses</div><div><br /></div><div>of cool water </div><div><br /></div><div>when this life wants</div><div><br /></div><div>to end</div><div><br /></div><div>once again</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3924441575417953906?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-52903760466917255582009-09-05T19:46:00.004-04:002009-09-05T19:51:59.445-04:00conscious of the fact<div><br /></div><div>that words can damage</div><div><br /></div><div>with equal force </div><div><br /></div><div>fist or foot</div><div><br /></div><div>I did not mean </div><div><br /></div><div>to kick or scream</div><div><br /></div><div>only to tell you </div><div><br /></div><div>that you are beautiful</div><div><br /></div><div>beyond your skin</div><div><br /></div><div>and that this </div><div><br /></div><div>is a fact</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-5290376046691725558?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-78310719748883659842009-09-02T02:39:00.002-04:002009-09-02T02:44:45.582-04:002:30 am mind wandering<div><br /></div><div>to claustrophobic tenant's sounds;</div><div><br /></div><div>chains in the ally way?</div><div><br /></div><div>long drawn out attempts </div><div><br /></div><div>at low rent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">burglary?</span></div><div><br /></div><div>bound slaves in shackles?</div><div><br /></div><div>Stupid, stupid mind at 2:30 am</div><div><br /></div><div>they say "Domino, mutha fucka!</div><div><br /></div><div>Domino..."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-7831071974888365984?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-89390025175286844002009-08-29T16:16:00.005-04:002009-08-29T16:28:03.193-04:00cats on Pine<div><br /></div><div>need not a reminder</div><div><br /></div><div>that we don't write</div><div><br /></div><div>cat poems here</div><div><br /></div><div>but we will take</div><div><br /></div><div>photographs</div><div><br /></div><div>of feral lifestyles,</div><div><br /></div><div>lions in the ally</div><div><br /></div><div>way next to Sect 8</div><div><br /></div><div>homes who feed them</div><div><br /></div><div>(the neighborhood</div><div><br /></div><div>predators aren't packing tonight)</div><div><br /></div><div>keep cool cats</div><div><br /></div><div>keep cool</div><div><br /></div><div>no words on film</div><div><br /></div><div>just you and the night</div><div><br /></div><div>and all that dissipates</div><div><br /></div><div>into it </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-8939002517528684400?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-32114263311987936102009-08-24T01:36:00.002-04:002009-08-24T01:38:58.448-04:00los luchadores<div><br /></div><div>flying in place</div><div><br /></div><div>settling up to the bar</div><div><br /></div><div>under-crossing the top</div><div><br /></div><div>rope and deadpan</div><div><br /></div><div>catching a wave</div><div><br /></div><div>(afterwords</div><div><br /></div><div>chicken nachos,</div><div><br /></div><div>the American invention)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-3211426331198793610?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-66879117707125474712009-08-16T17:30:00.004-04:002009-08-16T17:37:50.070-04:00we haven't forgotten<div><br /></div><div>to water the plants</div><div><br /></div><div>nor have the dogs</div><div><br /></div><div>gone slaking after </div><div><br /></div><div>an empty bowl</div><div><br /></div><div>we have done </div><div><br /></div><div>what we have been</div><div><br /></div><div>asked of and we have</div><div><br /></div><div>been attentive</div><div><br /></div><div>to each and every </div><div><br /></div><div>need they may have</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(the plants are plastic,</div><div><br /></div><div> by the way)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6687911770712547471?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-41314923520324542462009-08-11T01:09:00.002-04:002009-08-11T01:12:48.291-04:00next to nothing<div><br /></div><div>is not a comforting</div><div><br /></div><div>phrase especially </div><div><br /></div><div>if that is what</div><div><br /></div><div>you are next to</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-4131492352032454246?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18908265.post-67430567271139136762009-08-08T03:08:00.003-04:002009-08-08T03:14:04.064-04:00the lady in black<div><br /></div><div>breaking into her own</div><div><br /></div><div>apartment and my</div><div><br /></div><div>instinct to help</div><div><br /></div><div>brushed aside </div><div><br /></div><div>by a guilty laugh</div><div><br /></div><div>as she falls in through</div><div><br /></div><div>window, big black back,</div><div><br /></div><div>curtains throwing </div><div><br /></div><div>themselves out </div><div><br /></div><div>onto Washington Street</div><div><br /></div><div>as I head down</div><div><br /></div><div>to see another </div><div><br /></div><div>women through</div><div><br /></div><div>Maxwell's big windows</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18908265-6743056727113913676?l=reiterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matt Reiternoreply@blogger.com0