Poetry by Matthew Klane

"Journey" by Peach Tao / peachtao.com




my Parent / commerce
Toils in his wars,

by commerce ; For commerce ?
first / is in my diocese,

You represent the sacred person
Sir, with a sparing hand,

The merchants are rich enough ; 
to own their own / disgrace ;

With worthy, and as worthy, 
words / I’ll set my whole estate.




afraid of Philip.

when he turns
His back,      I will say 
     it to his face,

He is afraid ;

He makes us all afraid.

Here we stop,
And wait for Philip.

In the bright of this fatal day.

I heard a blooming

mortal dart

our person ;

I heard a blooming
Now hear its opposite ; 

defend ; Conveniences,

and lean Policy

a coward, in my reason					

when he turns
His back,      I will say 
     it to his face,

cut a path of Conscience then,

if Conscience is his friend.





one man 
before another,

a little creeping root

a little      to know     that little
to know      that little


an endless moralist.

here’s a story 

come into my head,

one by one ;
the wrong musicians
the Earls of Warwick

in ditches ?


Matthew Klane is co-editor at Flim Forum Press. His books include Canyons (w/ James Belflower, Flim Forum, 2016), Che (Stockport Flats, 2013), and B (Stockport Flats, 2008). An e-chapbook from Of the Day is online at Delete Press and an e-book My is online at Fence Digital. Other poems from Poetical Sketches were previously published online at Homonym. He currently lives and writes in Albany, NY, where he curates The REV Poetry Series and teaches at Russell Sage College.