About the Author - R.M. Anderson-Matlock

Robert "Myles" Anderson-Matlock began writing in 2002 while a Senior in High School. Myles writes of distress, anguish, oppression, and the pain of growing up misunderstood, ridiculed, and different; his mental definition of normality and justice greatly skewed. Today, he lives happily in Salt Lake City, Utah, and is working hard to gather, scrub, and publish nearly six years of writings as his first public published work, ...And He Had Old Man Eyes. Myles is also hard at work with other literary projects.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Science of Love

You've tried, in vain, the chain was never around my neck,
and never was I your pet to beg and train.
Never consider my thoughts, my love hurt for that,
Never ask my desires, my care was forfeit,
Never try to make it more, my body was turned off to you.

Advice follows as I close your book:
Heart lost feeling and chest was numb,
Trust followed love beyond its berth,
Lost, I'm sure.
emptiness suffocates promise, it's too dark to find them now.
You closed the lid to tight; they died. Or did I?
An image hindered by my heartless sleeves.
Rage urged my own brutality; piss on your head
rub your face in the fecal decay we'd become.

Change not sudden, the boundaries hazed in ambiguity,
the tides went out; who knowns when?

Bastard, sit down, hear, indulge,
Like a child, nourishment encourages life,
Like a bird, a cage taunts freedom,
Like a zit, puss festers, burns, carves!
Love, too delicate, unqantified.

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