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Matt Hetherington
Fear Poems
I
suspended perpetually mid-sentence
shivering alone in an unlit cave
which is actually the corner of a giant mouth
II
i’m bald and wrinkled like a lizard
deaf with cold blood
dead without the sun
no more papery skin left to shed
just the hiss of the wind
through crumbling rocks and twigs and dirt
where once the sand stood
III
my lover laughs at my love
all water is grey
i walk in circles like an animal
the stars are pus
my friends are liars
i have no hunger
words can say nothing
my eyes cannot close
Artlessness
nothing is nothing
nothing is anything
nothing is something
nothing is everything
anything is anything
anything is something
anything is nothing
anything is everything
something is something
something is everything
something is nothing
something is anything
everything is everything
everything is something
everything is anything
everything is nothing
We Had a Lovely Time
we laughed at nothing
until we couldn’t stand up
we synchronized our watches
then crushed them in our eye-sockets
i fed her child milk
until he could walk along fences
we made the horizon
break into a smile
i cut a slice off the moon
and put it in her drink
she tickled me with blinks
until i begged to be untied
we travelled to a land where the beggars had no hands
and we applauded them
i put a sprig of parsley in her belly button
then i ate her stomach
we kept our love in a box
then we took it to the forest and set it free
and then we slept so long
our limbs grew together
i gave her this poem
and she finished it
Death Sentence
no two webs are exactly identical, yet
human beings become more & more alike,
as we proceed in straight lines
towards each carefully glistening task,
& we rub our limbs up & down
while our eyes grow ever larger,
& we hum with the intent of our instructions
until we suddenly find ourselves stuck
in mid-transit –
but the more quietly we struggle
the more we call
the patience of the spider.
Copyright © Matt Hetherington
