Matt Chevalier : Writing

Not a book

Not a book

A Book by Matt Chevalier


http://savedbysepta.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_8.html just kidding the book isnt here check out the link here for my chapbook tho
_____________Realize___________

_____________Realize___________

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


I summed up a person’s life on my cellphone:Art is just life, man;”old” disney was where it was at, with all the subliminal messa..
i get glared down whenever i go to house parties

i get glared down whenever i go to house parties

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


You are oh so welcome here Leave your shoes andhands under the door frame
Adam Smith

Adam Smith

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


I lay awake in the place where time and soft breezes passed over me, the window at the end of the room opening for either.In my state, I could not tel..
False Anatomy

False Anatomy

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


There are whole rooms filled with parts of wholes and wholes who want to be taken apart again.You would be wanting to know, they say the same things d..
In a moment in still-frame, I watched you recede into the sad joys and light sorrows

In a moment in still-frame, I watched you recede i..

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


All I need are signs;My offered hand, left untouchedWill suit for today
'Ington

'Ington

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


We filled houses with wavering bodies-Handfuls of sound wavesThrown into my faceSoon became a waterfall,There, we let ourselves drown;Webs of loose wo..
With the Sea Swells and Ne'er Do Wells; Letting Down is a Lifestyle

With the Sea Swells and Ne'er Do Wells; Letting Do..

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


I believe I have misplaced my bodyI think I'm only a mind nowA Freudian ThingOne Who knows ItselfBut isn't ItselfTranscendingSomething that isn't a S..
And so, David and his eyeglasses

And so, David and his eyeglasses

A Poem by Matt Chevalier


sightssightsightssightseeyour shoes can live if you want them tobut a twisting turn is all you'll be.Let's forsake our Brave new WorldsAnd sport again..
Here

Here

A Story by Matt Chevalier


“Why else would I come here?” He would have paced rapidly around the room asking himself the same qu..

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