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Two Poems by Matt Borczon

Posted in Matt Borczon with tags on June 20, 2020 by Scot

Going

My orders
were written
and all
the gear
I need
is in a
duffle bag
by my
door I
will fly
to Philly
bus to
Fort Dix
and work
in a
makeshift
hospital
in NYC
while I
am there
who knows
what I
will do
treat the
sick and
pray for
the souls
of the
dead and
wonder
about 100
years from
now when
all this
is just
a fairytale
about death
becoming
a person
who takes
the form
of a
bat to
fly across
the world
killing everyone
the next
generations
story of
the witch
that eats
children.

____________

Quarantine

 

For 2
weeks I
watch a
construction
crew build
a parking
ramp outside
a hotel
room I
am not
allowed
to leave

and I
think it
is good
that someone
is building
something
because after
deployments to
Afghanistan
in2010 and
New York
on 2020

I need
to see
something
come up
from the
ground instead
of the
other way
around

Two Poems by Matt Borczon

Posted in Matt Borczon on January 30, 2018 by Scot

Harry Houdini

once escaped
from the
belly of
an octopus
he was
the first
to fly
a plane
over Australia
and would
escape from
any box
or strait jacket
hand cuffs
or cage
sight unseen

so when
I was
sixteen
shy and
unable to
fit in
too small
for football
and bullied
for my
long hair
and unpopular
taste in music
I carried
his biography
with me
daily like
a bible

proof you
could escape
anything
if you
really really
tried.

____________

Band reunion

I will
bring the
ghosts from
the last
war you guys
bring the
divorces
and grown
children
the lesbian
affairs and
Brent can
bring the
ashes of
his dead
ex wife
and we
can all
plug in
and play
knocking
on heavens
door and
mean it
like we
never could
at nineteen