Friday, February 17, 2017

A Month of Couplets

From The Daily Couplet:


Refusing help when tough times have you floored
Is like putting on armor when you fall overboard.


My need to help will never be exceeded—
Except by my desire to be needed.


Tomorrow’s dream wakes to this morning’s need.
Life is a treadmill that keeps changing speed.


It takes a slave to haughty Twitter fights
To mock a man who fought for civil rights.


When double-dealing cheats are told they’ve lied,
It doesn’t tarnish them—it feeds their pride.


The insecure invent their victories
By yelling “LOSER!” at their enemies.


All doors men lock open with this one key:
Well-behaved women don’t make history.


         Women and experience

If you don't have it, then it doesn't count.
And when you do, it's not the right amount.


             Misogyny’s Motto

“We don’t despise you girls—we love you all
When you’re submissive as a blow-up doll.”


Reason, advice and brains are for the birds
When POTUS only has 300 words.


When speech is silenced till it learns to please,
Freedom will die like frogs—boiled by degrees.


NIXON: “Freedom’s a trust  I won’t betray.”
MITCHELL: “Watch what we do, not what we say.”


        How Trump Defines
         American Carnage

If crime is blood, then skin is the stiletto.
If it has more than two blacks, it’s a ghetto.


What's easy: knowing I’m a work of art.
What's hard: not taking bad reviews to heart.


Affection’s pleasure and rejection’s pain—
That’s what comes of my heart being my brain


The rule of law’s been thrown under a bus.
What once was justice has become “Just us.”


When History is taught by subjugators,
Even the dead become collaborators.


In countries where the honest live in fear
The truth’s whatever tyrants want to hear.


When two hearts speak, love grows through compromise.
When one heart’s silent, then the other dies.


Abuse of power tempts till you’re okay with it:
It’s not abuse till you don’t get away with it.


                Two Ideas Of Love

He calls it stunning hype, and makes her swill it.
She calls it emptiness, so he can fill it.


                     Two Ideas Of Love

She hates it when he helps—it undermines her.
He offers help because that hate defines her.


Those who think Islam is a vicious cancer
Swear that a Christian jihad is the answer.


A West Bank war would be the Right’s white weddin’.
Pro-Israel? No—just pro-Armageddon.


Pence wants one trade to cure our culture’s blights:
The Ten Commandments for The Bill of Rights.


The Right is too divine for genuflections—
Except to those with money and connections.


The kind of men who like their women quiet
Think that equality will cause a riot.


This truth is hard, and hardly ever spoken:
Hearts can’t forgive till after they’ve been broken.


Empathy’s great, but problematical:
If I were you, we’d both be miserable.


        My Bloody Valentines 1

I know you’re superficial. I don’t care.
I love the underneath that isn’t there.


        My Bloody Valentines 2

The only crimes hearts should be victims of
Are hope, and falling helplessly in love.


        My Bloody Valentines 3

It’s subjugation that he finds appealing.
He wants the satisfaction—not the feeling.


        My Bloody Valentines 4

It’s always lust when reason is excluded
And never love unless it’s half-deluded.


        My Bloody Valentines 5

Love is like fruit—whether it’s cold or hot,
It always spoils from the softest spot.


               My Bloody Valentines 6

Steer clear of playwrights who propose romance—
They want to get into your actor pants.


            My Bloody Valentines 7

Because there’s selfishness behind my eyes,
Loving me is a hand-job in disguise.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Life In 14 Lines - 20

I’m never happy in a single place.
The quiet life is one I’ll never master.
If I stop moving, then I'll have to face
My loneliness—so I start running faster.

I’m drawn to women who drive me insane.
I give my soul to those who could care less.
Because I’m only whole when I’m in pain,
Passion’s not pleasure—it’s an SOS.

I’d give my heart, but it’s under embargo
Because it’s so susceptible to lies.
Where Love’s concerned, I am my own Iago
Except he isn’t caught and never dies

But sends me down a road I never stray from
That feeds the hollowness I run away from.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Special Garden: Two Valentine's Day Sonnets

                 What Makes You So Special?

What makes you so special? What makes a heart
So big it bursts with joy? What makes a soul
So strong that it can laugh at every dart
Life hurls at it? What makes you whole

If not your separate pieces, each of which
Is like a diamond on the necklace of
Your public self—bright jewels that enrich
Your every move and word? What else but love

Lies behind all you give, and deserves just
As much, if not more, in return? You show
Strangers what caring means, your friends what trust
Can do, and all your lovers that to know

You is like knowing heaven star by star.
What makes you special? Everything you are.

                 The Garden of Your Soul

The garden of your soul is green and cool.
It’s landscaped so the ones you trust can see
Its flower beds of love, the nursery
Where all your wishes blossom, and the pool

Of tranquil peace where you can float at ease.
An ever-greenhouse to support and please you,
It’s why the sere world feels a fragrant breeze
And thinks of roses every time it sees you.

And when you’re in the weeds, and every petal
Cries out for your attention and your care,
Water them one by one, and never settle
For anything that withers you—but dare

To own each blossom like it was your child—
And keep that garden soothing, safe and wild.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Thursday, February 2, 2017


Silence says more than speech. A minute’s pause
   Can hold a Bible’s worth of love and wrath
And say both yes and no at once, because—
   Thought stillness always moves—we choose its path.
Silence means more than speech. Words pin things down
   Till they explain away the mystified,
While silence grins like a demented clown
   At definitions, till they run and hide.
Silence hurts more than speech. The longer it
   Goes on, the more it wounds, like a long knife
Driven up from your belly bit by bit
   Until it finds your heart and takes your life,
      Sickens your faith till it's a worthless cheat,
      And poisons love until it's rotten meat.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Alternative Facts


Women are breeding stock. All Blacks are thugs.
Immigrants rape six white girls every day.
Cities are ghetto swamps of crime and drugs
And those who live there look the other way.

A book can still be read after you've burned it.
Saying "Me first!" is generosity.
The poor don't just deserve to die—they've earned it.
Elective subjugation makes you free.

Nuclear war will be a bloodless scrimmage.
Planet Earth will stay cool when it's de-iced.
A white male God made bankers in His image.
One of the Founding Fathers: Jesus Christ.

Today's illegal act is the last straw
And Presidents are not above the law.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Why We March

We march because we're targets if we stand.
We march because our hearts are weaponized.
We march to draw a line in Hatred's sand
That says we won't be fooled or victimized.

We march because our saints end up like Joan
Or get called sinners by old men in Texas.
We march because the bodies that we own
Are sacrosanct, no matter what our sex is.

We march in hope because despair is cheap.
We march on fire because the dark has grown.
We march in love because our hearts won't sleep.
We march together. We are not alone.

We march to shine a light, guiding and clear,
Against the fog of ignorance and fear.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells
written 1/21/17 on the B61 bus to the Women's March in Washington DC

Friday, January 13, 2017

My Love

His love is all possession and control.
   My love is help and generosity.
His kisses touch your skin and not your soul.
   Mine start with soul and seek transcendency.
His love sees how you look, mine who you are.
   His love is deep, but shallow next to mine.
His love is warm, but mine’s a blazing star.
   Mine sees an equal, his a concubine.
His love may stand tall now, but it will slouch
   Till derring-don’t replaces derring-do.
His love will wind up sitting on the couch
   And stare at quarterbacks instead of you.
      Mine is a love that bleeds, but never mourns,
      Because I even love you for your thorns.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Lies, Inc.

Lies are the Lugers of our Overlords
Like whining’s the champagne of the uncouth.
Each time a blatant falsehood treads the boards,
Fact-checking it makes it a form of truth.

Testing a forgery will make it real.
Exposing counterfeits proclaims their worth.
And when, not what you know, but how you feel
Is gospel, we are beasts on a flat earth.

The truth once shamed our devils; now they laugh.
The truth once made us free; now it’s our jail.
We dug its grave and wrote its epitaph:
“We loved the facts, but wed the fairy tale.”

Lies are straightforward bullets none survive
Unless they swear that two and two are five.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

Friday, January 6, 2017

2016 Report Card


Movies           55
Theatre          62
Readings (attended)     22
Music          32
Classical Music   3
Choir                 3
Dance           5
Cabaret        3
Lectures        1
Art/Gallery/Museums        5
Photo Exhibitions           7
Book Award Ceremonies         1
War Correspondent Conversations       1

COMIC BOOKS        10

Graphic novels for friends’ kids   15


Aaron Burr Related     2
American History        1
Classics                     3
Elizabethan History     2
Fantasy                     4
Fiction                     14
Film Criticism            9
Humor                       6
Marlowe Related         2
Mystery                      6
Mythology                  2
Noir                           1
Non-Fiction                 5
Occult                        5
Philosophy                 2
Plays                       24
Politics                      8
Reference                  2
Science Fiction           4
Shakespeare Related      5
Theatre Criticism            9
Thriller                       1
Westerns                  10
Womens Studies          2


Film         2
Literary              3
London Review of Books   15
New York Review of Books        16
Poetry              11
Political             7

DVD’S       26

CDs                                      8
MP3 Albums (non-Techno)    12
MP3 Albums (Techno)           19
MP3 Albums (Xmas)              11 


Poetry Readings Given (headliner)                0
Poetry Readings Given (open mike)              4 

Plays I Wrote That Got Performed                 0
Plays I Wrote That Got A Reading                  3

Theatre Festivals Attended            1 

Novels        0
Memoirs about closed bars        1
        Full Length               3
        One-Act                   2
        Ten Minute               8

Stories         1

        Sonnets    239
        Poems       17
        Satires        3

Poems Written That Still Need Work      21

Poetry Collections         1 (privately printed; single copy)

In-Progress/Unfinished/Ideas      157

Submissions          38
Acceptances            0
Rejections received from 2015 Submissions     17
Rejections received from 2016 Submissions     15
Responses I don’t ever expect to get from 2015 submissions 21
Responses pending from 2016 submissions         23


Anchor Steam            2
Blue Point Ale            2
Bronx Brewery Pale Ale   1
Brooklyn Lager         20
Bud Light             3
Cleopatra IPA       2
Corona               13
Dos Equis            3
Dunkel                8
Guinness         137
Heineken           12
Lone Star           4
Narragansett       2
Newcastle          1
Nitro Stout         2
Old Speckled Hen       2
PBR           1
Route of All Evil Black Ale            3
Sapporo             2
Sierra Nevada              2
Tecate               12
West End Brews      6



Burgogne           3
Cabernet Sauvignon: glasses           40
Cabernet Sauvignon: bottles              6
Cote du Rhone                6
Malbec               19
Merlot                 2
Pinot Noir           23
Proseco              10
Rioja                    2
Rose                  30
Valpolicella           3


Baby Brother              5
Brooklyn Eagle            1
Jameson's                 52 (!)
Jameson’s & Coke        2
Spiced Rum                20
Talisker                      16


Bloody Mary          3
Margarita               6
Moscow Mule          4
Patron shots          7
Pear Martini           2
Sake  bottles          4
Vodka with pink lemonade     2
Vodka Cranberry           3


Cannabis Sativa   3


Bowling       1

Neurotic Attractions 1 
Honest To God Attractions    1
(Not like it did me any good. Fucking 2016. See below.)

New Soul Mates Met      2

Resolutions Made:     4
Resolutions Kept:      2

All-Nighters              6
Days Lost After All-Nighters       5

Working Days of Drinking (8 hours plus; not including all-nighters)      7
Hangovers     2

Nights on the town with a fetish model       0
Dinners in LA with a fetish model               1

Drinks at secret bars                4

Number of friends who voted for Trump        2
Number of Trump-voting friends who de-friended me because I wrote anti-Trump sonnets       1

Number of times mistaken for Giorgio Moroder   6
Number of times I told pretty women I wasn’t Giorgio Moroder    0
Number of times I talked in an Italian accent when mistaken for Giorgio Moroder   6

Separated at birth

Number of women who cried on my shoulder: 4
        In the street         1
        In her living room    1
        In a dive bar         2

Confessions of love received   0
Confessions of love given     1
Rejections of confessions of love given   1
Vows never to fall in love again        1
Vows I expect to be broken in 2017     1

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Life In 14 Lines - 19

I share my body with an egotist
Who thinks that life and love owe him a debt.
He's half self-centered dick, half masochist,
And all I hate about the way I get.

When someone else comes first, he cries "Unfair!"
He's generous so he'll be deified.
Unless you worship him, you just don't care.
Unless he's wounded, then it isn't pride.

He dreams of shouting what can't be unsaid.
When it comes to resentment, he's a whiz.
I choke him and he comes back from the dead.
He sees the worst because that's what he is:

Jealous, malevolent, melodramatic,
My heart's dark twin—the madman in my attic.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells