Matt-Hahnes-ARO

Justapoem     A spoken word poem by        Matthew Hahnes Like nephilim falling from bleak skies I sometimes speak through my eyes And there are rhymes In those lines But I promise this isn’t any special poetry This is like Some shattered Rorschach Pushed into tiny letters Scrawling into enigmatic thoughts Problematic in deciphering The unsteady rhythm Of a heart just learning to beat To be To beat down walls Strung up so long ago On marionette strings made of hollow wing Bones Compact bricks To build a claustrophobic catacomb Of something new Newness is vague Like blank white pages Blackened by Spilt ink fingertips Realizing the

We see her do it wrong See her put the detergent Straight in, not in it's predetermined Pre labeled rectangle, black and dark We see her But say nothing She leaves Our glazed eyes Track Steady movement to the door frame Silence He appears Blonde quaff Combed just so A patient ritual Reenacted every day For naught but the benefit of others He dropped the quarters Metallic clang on linoleum No one moves but him Stuttered response No acknowledgment The words unsaid by him Hang As the words of our obligation never bubble to the surface A farewell to the machines He looks to the door the whole time Silence Words unspoken by us Bind us at the th