Damn Your Eyes by Matt Clifford will officially release October 26, 2017. To request a PDF for review, email firstname.lastname@example.org
Damn Your Eyes:
Edited by Michael J. Hetzler
Interior photos by Chris Eason
Back desciption by Brice Maiurro
Interior Design by Sara Khayat
Cover design by Jona Fine
Matt Clifford is spiking the Kool-Aid.
A caustic, yet vulnerable, thirty-something brat.
He builds a box just to escape it.
Self-deprecating, but he’s taking you with him. Matt Clifford is Denver, but he’d never admit it.
This book is equal parts Matt and Clifford, but only sometimes. Matt is a full-time poet who sunlights as a tax accountant.
His poems are, at once, collective and separate.
Damn your preconceived notions.
Don’t be so reliant on a backcover to tell you what to think.
This book deserves to be read.
Damn this book.
Damn your eyes.
ABOUT MATT CLIFFORD
Matt Clifford is a coastal transplant, city-ruining culture suck, snorting stardust off angels’ halos like a tax accountant and decorating the loft of his mind with student loan art. His poems don’t make sense, his band doesn’t even play real songs, and he can’t grow facial hair.
Please join the Paper Plane Pilots in welcoming Matt Clifford to Los Angeles for the release reading of his latest book of poetry, Damn Your Eyes (Paper Plane Pilots, 2017).
Urban Social House 5220 Hollywood Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90027
I found it strange
When the world didn’t change
The few that knew you were shifted
Yet everything else kept moving
But now it all seems so stale
I never thought I’d be the one to lose you
Full of life
It should have been the other way around
But I guess the world had other plans
Or maybe you were just too much for it
You were unlike anyone I have ever known
And maybe you were a threat to this insanity
We run around calling ‘society’
I still think about the conversations we’d have
You so certain in yourself
So god damn certain you’d be able to change this place
And you had
You never thought it was good enough
But you changed everyone you came in contact with
Whether you knew it or not
You were genius in your words
I couldn’t come to terms that you were gone
But I have come to accept reality
As much as I tried to erase this event
I’ve seen too many go down that unhealthy road
Of non acceptance
So I’ve made an agreement with the universe
I will accept that you are gone
But I will never forget how you’ve changed me
And will always remember the last thing I heard you say
It’s like you knew it was our last conversation we would ever have
I don’t like to think of it that way
But you always had a way with words