The Bowling Poets

matt " tarbaby" henegar


Born 26SEP75
Died 31OCT20



   Matt"TARBABY"Henegar  has communicated with several
friendly alien races and 
now lives like a king in scenic jonesboro arkansas with
many different people who 
collectively call themselves the"NEO ROMANTICIST
MOVEMENT"(in other words, 
freaks) he hates the town with a passion and will blow it
up if forced to live there much 
longer....... so help this poor soul 
    


THANKS, GOODNIGHT, AND PLEASE,... DON'T FORGET TO TIP YOUR

WAITRESS (lord knows i'm too broke too)






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  • Cold Sweat and Coffee

    COLD SWEAT & COFFEE
    
    
    
    LOVE ISN'T HERE
    STANDING ON A CURB
    AT 2 A.M.
    LEANING ON A LAMPPOST
    OF A DIRT ENCRUSTED CORNER
    IN A SCABBED OVER 
    CITY, THAT REEKS OF $#!^ SWEAT & SEX
    CHEAP BOOZE, CHEAP WHORES,
    and that man on the corner playin' sax
    life keeps throwin' funny curves
      but i keep on swingin'
          and strikin' out 
      strugglin'...
      and failin'...
      livin's certainly better than dyin'
    but it's a cold comfort
    in an even colder world
    i'm lookin for the next big thing
      but hope grows
     and EXPLODES
    into this huge optimistic kick
    that grinds my hesd into the ground 
    like the cigarrette that i can't smoke
    without collapsing into a fit 
       of monotonous hacking
    then hopefully i'll be reborn
    and live in a world of peace, hope, and
    harmony
                      but soon i'll
    realize...
    love isn't here
    
                                             
                           " tarbaby"
    


    untitled

           i waste away
                        looking at myself
         a distorted mirror
    
    showing me for who i am
            a wretched 
            a lying
            a loathing
     
    creature for my only passion is that
         of nonassimilation 
            of fantasy
                of escape
    
    i've lied to myself
                 to my friends
                 to those i love
    yet all that comes to me id dread
         a sense of outside looking in
                                             
    misfit
                                             
              abnormal
    
    IS THAT WHO I AM CURSED TO BE?!
                                    don't you
    think
     do you think i don't feel the stares
    don't you think i feel the disgust
        i've tried to find myself
    but i've only found confusion
                                        i
    feel drained
                                             
                 sick
     my only damnation is myself
     my only salvation is myself
                                             
     i am the one to save myself
    
    by getting my head
                                 out of
                                          the
    sand
    
    
    
                                             
                matt"tarbaby"henegar
                                             
                        17OCT96
    


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