Matt Finney

the listener
Matt Finney, August 2009

the people that you love and the ones that you have forgotten and i can’t help but think of gorky spinning slowly in an empty room. i can’t help but think of all that wasted time. at some point the only thing left to do is fall.

 

adamson
Matt Finney, August 2009

cold, colder, and then the face of every god i’ve ever denied. the days are like withdrawal and this is who i am. i don’t want to be someone else. i want to be someone better. i will use both of these cracked hands to dig towards the light.

 

coquille
Matt Finney, August 2009

the future is a prison and the future is loss. you can give up your possessions, you can give up your children, but not this anger that has become your religion. you were always such a coward.

 

open your eyes and then your arms
Matt Finney, August 2009

stopped eating and stopped believing in words. i love my wife and i love my children. i give them what i can. i understand that it’s not enough. i understand that nothing ever will be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matt Finney is a writer from Millbrook, Alabama.  You can find him on Myspace at www.myspace.com/finneyerkes