William Matthews

(November 11, 1942 - November 12, 1997 / Cincinnati, Ohio)

A Life Of Crime - Poem by William Matthews

Frail friends, I love you all!
Maybe that's the trouble,
storm in the eye of a storm.
Everyone wants too much.
Instead we gratefully accept
some stylized despair:

suitcoats left hanging
on folding chairs, snow falling
inside a phonebooth, cows
scouring some sad pasture.
You know the sort of landscape,
all sensibility and no trees.

Nothing but space, a little
distance between friends.
As if loneliness didn't make us
responsible, and want accomplices.
Better to drink at home
than to fall down in bars.

Or to read all night a novel
with missing heirs, 513 pages
in ten-point type, and lay my body
down, a snarl of urges
orbited by blood,
dreaming of others.

Comments about A Life Of Crime by William Matthews

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/2/2016 12:38:00 PM)

    Storm in the eyes of a storm! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (7/2/2016 11:24:00 AM)

    Beautiful poetry. Rich with vocabulary it flows very nice.Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (7/2/2016 10:08:00 AM)

    Wonderful expression and an interesting imagery. But the mystery, somehow, stays.
    storm in the eye of a storm / Everyone wants too much.
    Nothing but space, a little / distance between friends.....didn't make us responsible,
    (Report) Reply

  • Fraser Mackay (2/14/2014 1:51:00 PM)

    Love this poem... great lines and observations... resolves beautifully. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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