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Rolling

Rolling Lowriders Pachuco stylesWhite Walls Cruising for miles Ray-Ban born tanCat eyeliner In Levi jeans Police raidsRazor fadesBumper to bumperDown Whitier Blvd. This was the placeAction electricityGasoline smilesTwo lane speedways Spic chic Lolita titsThe American dream Taking us from behindWatch your ass!I carry a blade… Pigs stashing rigsBrown tar balloonsWere Never our gigOne by oneContinue reading “Rolling”

Concrete Juice Bar

Concrete Juice Bar Tammy LoveOn her knees at 1 am 42 Street givingelbow grease and jiffy wax to Jumpin Johnny’s Hot Rod Cock inside a dimly lit Buddy Booth …cigarette burned linoleum …. opentin of Moroccan hash, a slab of black bun tar Fanned out bell bottoms on fine fine Black Ass, inrollers and wavesetContinue reading “Concrete Juice Bar”

Pola Negri

She caught me unexpectedly with that particular look in her eyes. Watching, wary, knowing, expectant, transcendent, alluring, tempting, anxious, wanting, suspenseful, sexual, with come hither reality that oozed mystery pulling me forever closer to her. In less than a moment, I knew… I was to be helpless. I would be lost in whatever spell orContinue reading “Pola Negri”

I’m a Boy

I’m a Boy I’m just a boyIt Seems that I Just ended up Like that… Who and What we are Is So much moreThan what their GodHad created us to be We are the divineWe are the creatorsWe are in controlOf our actions andWho we choose to Be I choose To be Nothing andEverything atContinue reading “I’m a Boy”

A Mornings Gift

Morning arrivedThere wasSomething oddSomething strange Something…. Different he was nowAware of Nothing around himHad changed? But what was this? He traced with the tipOf his forefinger upon his lipsSomething foreignSomething newCurious? A smile! 🌛🌝🌜

Night

ForlornI wish I wasn’t bornBut here I amUnderneath a grey sky Ringing in the distanceThe smell of saltFills the air I remember yesterday’sI remember daysYou didn’t care Soon the emptinessWill fall into the nightAnd disappearInto the darknessWhere youCan be togetherAs one

The Last Howl

The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and now No ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe just the LawlessnessOf purgatory An eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenWhat you wearAs both understanding And warmth You get it….It’s never been about KarmaOrContinue reading “The Last Howl”

Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You

Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces. I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?I let go of myself, andContinue reading “Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You”

A Breath from the Universe. Monad. the Muse…..

Here is my bodyFill meI am they vesselI have slain egoProstate myself before YouDivine glory Hidden whispersSecret vowelsMagick fills my bowelsAnd I reap all thatYou have me Sow

Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)

There’s a girl and she lived down the street all alone. No one remembered her smile- She always just laughed “I’m all by myself” but her eyes gave herself away. The pink summer sky started to rain and the radio started to play. Memories came like celluloid dreams. The ending, always the same. So manyContinue reading “Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)”

“Ms.”

A frozen moment,in 1965In a New York apartmentModest wealth here we resideA comedy of errorsI won’t be repressedFacing life with laughterIs this yesterday’s dress?A struggle for identityI have dreams tooWhy is he threatened?It’s always been the two!He just doesn’t have “it”He tried and he triedThe echo of cricketsUp on the stage he diedResentment, festeringHe couldContinue reading ““Ms.””

Point Zero

I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon….. Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. StandingContinue reading “Point Zero”

Bio

Matthew Bowers93 has been featured in the anthology Spotlight, and worked with Ron Whitehead on a dynamic audio experience of The New Beat Generation Manifesto &The Calling. Also in print with The Lothlorian Poetry Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Rye Whiskey Review, Lucifer’s Retreat, Alien Buddha Press … twice, once as poet and the other forContinue reading “Bio”