matt fromm (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)
Biography of matt fromm
matt fromm Poems
Pipe Wrench Fantasy
You know I never thought I'd be there. at the bottom of it. Scraping the thick sticky floor for something I can take home. I found a rare flower floating gracefully on top. I picked it.
Oh, He's So Clever
I told the ol' boy I had no money Nothing, Nada,
Blowing Bong Hits At The Moon
For all I know This could be the last show. But I'm too young to hang up the clown suit just yet. Re-running happily frightening images of wher I come from. Where I've been.
Hey... Blonde Girl
The fly has got the spider in the corner and is now f! ckin away. She never saw it coming. Smooth legs between which lies the enterance to heresy.
Straight Jacket Waltz
Whistling at the bus stop and my book bag ways heavy. I Stagger and shuffle down the boulevard.
Man Of Steel
The good old Freezing cold. I use it to my advantage I can take it
Quiet empty streets Chilled to perfection. The Scent's in the air. I'm gonna get close to you..
No More Cristals
Waking up in the great oblivion. wanting everything and remembering more talking about taking hold of the world only taking hold of my balls
Poems Start With P
no one seems to get it. my fingers crawl across this thing I bleed on it spit on it sleep with it. its the only thing that matters.
No time. too much time. just enough experience to go absolutely berserk. I have had enough time and done enough time to make anybody weep. my seed spread all through out the land.
Marriage. Yes, The subject has come up, The old girls even dropped subtle hints. Christ.
Too Young To Be A Peeper
Lookin at beautiful ass attached to red head who looks to be 16. 17 tops. Why is it, the most miraculous asses, tits, and pussies Belong to people, just people,
Too much one evening, We were at Mel's on Sunset, had been picked up by The Great Tula The Great Tula had warrents,
It's Hard To Get Away
I dug my own grave threw myself in and layd there with out a care in the world. Then my grave began to fill itself, Instead of dirt it was all todays newspapers and gossip rags. I opened my eyes and began to read;
The subject has come up,
The old girls even dropped subtle hints.
Even my friends and family
Have come right out and said it.
There's no need, really, to repeat it.
It went something like