Rains drops darkness
Heavier than the city
Shadows follow chained
To the night 

Lost geniuses fall apart in the streets
Trying to glue together what they used to be

While suited beggars see if all life
Has been sucked from the
Bones of former glory 

Following the map of vanity
You’d mistake innocence for truth. 
Fury has its power
It charges by the hour

In nature I denounce a goddess
But chase pitifully
In a symphony of city streets.
Starved in a metropolis
Of uncontrollable appetites expanding.   

Submit and captured by the sea.
Tides connect the depth of the mind
To mysterious waters. 
My disassembly forged another birth,
Dissolving former selves into
One 

Reality drags a Rimbaud
In reverse
We wait for our time
We wait for our time
Till then,
I wear jewels in my eyes

Eric Mattson was born in New Jersey and graduated from Rutgers-Camden. After school Eric took up working construction to focus on poetry and music. He has been accepted in drunken moneys, carnival literary magazine and red dashboard magazines. In the two and a half years since then he has lived in 5 different states and continues to chase a dream.

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