Sebastian Matthews

It’s late in the algebra of the day, dogs on their sides; I’m trying to solve for the color blue as the world crashes to the ground in a heap of steel and plastic. Join me for a drink? A walk? Carry me through a song that carries in it an antidote for fear. Let’s sit a while and contemplate the simple truths: tea tannins, piano solo, dog fart. What I’m looking for is an angle of light, a chill breeze shot through the body straight into my criminal heart.