Troll - Matt Holck

Hazy Lazy
hung out in the sun

Glazed Dazed
nothing got done
Sleeping Seeping
outside of my mold
Waken Misshapen
and set from the cold.

My head is so heavy,
it rocks, snaps and wags.
My feet twisted inward,
unwatched tend to snag.
My right arm is stronger.
My left arm is longer
So wobbles my totter
with flails from the sag

Whirl, wobble, hobble, hop
Trip, tumble, tremble drop. Scraps on my knees ,
and covered in grim
The moon is not new
I'm not quite a fool
could you love me
while I dance out of time..

Got to keep shaking
joints all are aching.
curse with mutation
wrest for alteration
haunted by dreaming
and raw from the screaming pay ever toll
and make the rocks roll

Rocks out to roll
rocks out to roll

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Crow's eye dusk view Second deck, cherry London bus, Displaced in Davis, Ca, like all of us. Cost a quarter, laundromat change, to ride. My rusted 10 speed, lately stolen. Fortuitous. May have missed Matt, Cycling dark traffic. A spectacle, Matt Holck. Blonde hair matted. Black cape starched. Hem brushing curb, Corner of Russel Blvd. Backdrop a cape of mute green field. Waiting for his green light

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I've had a burgundy cape and dark blue cape

both velvet and satin lining

but never black 

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purchase e gold wow 444

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. His bike lately stolen. Good thing. Cape in spokes not Matt's thing. Cherry red bus streamed down tarmac Like soda out of a glass bottle. Matt shrinking into

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his black cape, Talking to himself. Wit or wisdom? I could only surmise. Matt Holck, no cape/hair combed fine, Appeared in my poetry; then a day late, In my

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poetry class. They let him add. We walked Davis streets. He talked physics and holograms. Disoriented, I listened to him/slap of feet. At the corn field, oblivious, we fell in. At the ripe age of nineteen Matt Holck gave me magic mushrooms. Sprinklers turned on a manicured Davis lawn. Water hologram; physics high; poetry in broad day light. Just a little obscene, He bid me goodbye.