Tag Archives: Matthew Louis Roth Poetry

Trying to live our days like  Warm cups of light… Wednesday / December 10, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

I hardly know her 

Places to see 
Places to see 

Faces and names to smear 
And forget and remember 
And love 

Jackson Pollock Pancake
A wood burning electric 
Solar gas lamp

Walt Whitman frittata 
The spears of life
Pass through us
Like cigar shaped highway signs 

Sweet and sour sugar

Stop talking so fast 
Stop thinking so fast 
Stop reacting so fast 
It’s not going to get you 
The job any faster 

Sad plants in the window 
The wizard of Chinese chicken
Is there a star for every 
Grain of rice 

Is there a word 
For every step?
A letter for every breath?

Stop talking so much
No one is judging 
Mor than anyone else

Liquid silver 
flowing from every 

Pressure is just a jar
A hat on the table 
A fantasy with eyes
Eyes making love with you 

Trying to live our days like 
Warm cups of light 

One green bean at a time
Weirdo after weirdo 
After wired tired 
tire iron 
iron on 
These Pants don’t quit

Living doll
Are we
On a bed of macaroons?
Drowning in life sauce

We never fucking die 
We live in jelly 
The wind is 
Just our wings flapping 
Blowing our hair dry 
Each new morning

(This poem was originally recited on December, 10 at Gabe’s in Iowa City, IA)

We will let ourselves  Be caught in the nets… Wednesday / November 12, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

Staying up too late with friends
Souer kirsch mit peanut butter

Learning to deal with an 
Anxious loved one
I am so, so proud of you
So I am proud of us

We dance like 3  sausages
Exposing on a hot plate 

And if you start to feel 
The deep fog settling in
Don’t worry
I will guide you
With silence
And being

Insanity can be beautiful
Hurting people is not beautiful
Self obsession is not beautiful 

But when it passes
It is a like a million setting sons
Into an ocean of warm absenthe 

Cat pictures just might 
Save the world 
Saving the world 
Just might destroy 
The universe
Saving ourselves
Shaving our cells
Shaving our shelves 
Showering our shoulders

We are all scared 
The bravest thing is to admit it
The bravest thing is the be afraid 
The bravest thing is not to fight

The grass will grow back
The bumps will smooth over 

The gas stations will come and go
The angel wings flutter 
Like un plugged guitar strings 

We let them pull us 
Pull us into the lake water 
We will swim like fish
We will let ourselves 
Be caught in the nets
We will allow ourselves to
Be eaten. 
It is the best for now

(This poem was originally recited on November 12, 2014 at Franzis in Wetzlar, Germany)

Stammering for a foothold…Friday / November 7, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

What would you do
If you were stuck
Staring at the ass
of a truck All day?

Snot factory
Don’t forget
Life is filled with wonder and joy

Jerking off is only
Toxic when it’s in public

You told me if I drank this
I would remember my dreams
But you lied.

Stammering for a foothold

The world rewards those
who enter it

We are cars on the highway

All I ever wanted was
The best of both worlds

Twenty five years is a long time
For the reincarnation cycle of a fly

The problem with an open door
Is that you don’t get to pick
Your visitors

Twenty five years is
Enough time
For a single breath to exhale

Everywhere you look
You can choose to see teeth
If that is what you need

I am okay with that

There are teeth in
In the wheels
There are teeth
In smiles.

(This poem was originally recited on November 7, 2014 at Raum der Kulturen in Leipzig, Germany)