Matthew J. Andrews

HOW

             uneasy
the     mind’s                                       grasp
on 
itself,
how
slipshod
the 
frame
that
houses
sanity                                                                        .

how
monstrous
the 
beast
born
in
the
darkness
of
collision,
the 
accelerating
steel
kissing
the 
deserted
flesh
like
a
bullet                                    .
how
gruesome
the  
shadow,
the 
piles
of 
ashen 
silence             .

Based in Modesto, California, Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Funicular Magazine, Red Rock Review, Sojourners, Willows Wept Review, The Dewdrop, and Deep Wild Journal, among others. He can be contacted at matthewjandrews.com.