Poem by Eric Mattson


 

New Naïve #2

If everyone says
The same thing
Is it true?

Am I a pretty puppet?
Just playing a part?
Or coming through
Clearly for once?

The past grows
Skin & bone
Thought a rebirth
Every morning
Would rest & expose
But they carry old
Corpses
Days & months

Everyone’s guarded
I’m easy
…In my many senses
Subconscious smell
Of a past around stray
Feel my
Freedom
Radiating
Inner sun

I’ve crossed the line

I’ve stood my ground

What am I really
Getting away with?

Who wants to kill
Peter pa man
With reality medication

Whispered dying pleas
To paper butterflies
Fluttering away
With lost translations

So wrong
Thinking I changed people
How naïve
Everyone changed me

 

“Rockport Marina” Edward S. Gault

 

Eric Mattson was born in New Jersey and graduated from Rutgers-Camden. After school Eric took up working construction to focus on poetry and music. He has been accepted in Drunken Moneys, Carnival Literary Magazine, Red Dashboard Magazine, Coal Magazine, and Blue Bonnet Review. In the two and a half years since then he has lived in 5 different states and continues to make art.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.

 

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