Merry Christmas

Linus and Lucy

An octopus snatches a submarine
But a shark spots them
Beneath the dark ocean
Yet no one thinks about the man inside.

Terrifying.

Washed up in Bleach

I prayed on the unmovable, yeah.
Clinging to the Adam's of rock Singing seas,
just smooth signs of change.

On Melancholy Hill

It's natural to be afraid. Just pray that the Hull cracks and say goodbye to your Last known surroundings. Maybe I'll send you a Postcard from 1952...

With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we sleep.

It's how your ears feel after spending six days at the bottom of the ocean. It's feels just like that first breath after a coma. And when a person notices the birth and death of a day, in that moment, you realize that the earth is not a cold, dead place.

In the Coma

I'm awake.

It will be a natural anthem. It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay. So please don't be upset at this portrait that I paint, it may be a little biased, but at least I spelled the name right.


still in progress.

I'll always be the bad guy... because I have to be

So, when a person stays up as late as I usually do ( not that often, but enough to start talking to yourself) strange things happen. first, we listen to the house settle, almost as if it is breathing. Next we find ourselves lost in the wasteland that is our imagination. And finally, we pick up a pencil and begin to illustrate.

This is my last one for a while guys, so dig it.

see you when I see you.

Matt Poley