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I just started a new painting tonight and here are Stage 1 & 2 of the process.

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Sketchbook study. Charcoal on paper, 14" x 17”.

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Sketchbook drawing

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Kroger 

It’s March fifth again 

Cold, wet and damp 

She was supposed to meet me here 

A no show again 

That makes seven years 

Holding back tears 

In the men’s room no less 

Left to my own devices 

She had that bathroom charm 

That pazazz that made you feel like a man 

I awoke on the cold green tile 

Soaked in what I hoped was water but knew was urine 

Staring at a broken fan behind a rusted grate 

I don’t dare move 

A moustached man enters 

He offers me a wide array of wine 

Merlots, Cabs and Pinots 

He knows, 

He’s the man I wished I was. 

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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November

A sudden ache behind the eyes

The taste of blood in my mouth 

That's all it took 

You dream of me while I visit and it's like nothing's changed 

Autumn has calmed herself; All that is left is her flesh. 

For that moment, you were mine and I was yours 

I trace your face in the moisture you leave behind 

The pain in my side still blushes when I gaze upon you

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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Asheville

"I’m next door at the Vagina Monologues", she said

"I needed to escape those walls for a drink"

"Vagina. What a word"

"You know, I’ve heard that word more times in the last twenty minutes than I have my entire life…and I have one!"

I imagined her cupping her crotch as she said this

She thanked me for the drink.

Her hair was greying, but she wasn’t old

Maybe past her prime, but still plenty of gas in the tank

I think she was hoping for a little jingle jangle in the three queens room

But I’m out of the game baby

I played my hand

I cashed out

For the next twenty-four hours I laid in a puddle of my own sick.

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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Mother with child haunted by a spirit study. What began as a mistake has come out extremely haunting.

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Female form drawing.

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Sketchbook study

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Paul

As each individual flake floats down from God’s own heaven

My heart fractures with the news today.

Dreams and aspirations now contained with little hope for an encore.

How little time we really have before we’re called home or begin that forty nine day departure from this world.

In another he is fine. In another it is his sister that must shoulder this burden.

Far beyond my own understanding.

A journey he did not ask for, but one he must embark.

Set sail my friend.

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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Hibernian

From across the bar sat a plump arrogant man

Beckon calls and tilted head moves

She was there too

Eating clams, but mussels later

Stuffing his pockmarked face, he felt proud of himself

Even though I looked on him with pity

As the night grew on and beers were had, I could see what she really was

A pariah; sucking on the tit of the fat man

We were conversing of cylinders with mirrors with loose colored objects

Here is where she entered my mind again

I glanced over

Now she was feeding him lines and guzzling his filth, or was it his faith

Let by gones be by gones and to each their own

I took a piss (that seemed to last forever)

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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Punch Clock

I don’t have time to teach you shit

I also don’t have time for your bullshit

You know who you are

As the snow blankets the yard and cripples this town

I sit here alone, surrounded by people

Shit smell fills the air and I’m pretty sure I know who can’t hold their own

Just my luck

The shift change makes me responsible

Fucked again

© 2015 Matthew Hayhurst

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Sketchbook study

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Late night sketches

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Sketch - Within You Without You

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Minor addition, but major in terms of the direction of this painting.

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A series of drawings I did yesterday. I haven't drawn in my sketchbook for a few months and it was just an outpouring.