Best Matchbook Poems

I had no lighter
So I lit my cig with a match
Held that book in my hands
Finally decided I'm tired of pain
I'm gonna burn your love...

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       Write down your number
      ...

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I keep a box of memories
it’s safely tucked away
but now and then and then again 
I bring it out to play

a marble here a matchbook...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire. 
Laundry hangin’ on the line. 
Bible open to the Book of Job. 
Backyard thick with prickly pine.

Jacket pocket full...

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I am a master of the Arts University of Only One.
If you having problems my words can solve them.
My voice can direct others, better yet...

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FORTUNES READ the sign displayed
TRINKETS, CHARMS AND SPELLS
The store had not been here yesterday
shades of candles, books and bell
Drapes were hung from side to side
The...

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Pretty double dipping fingers,
smooth peanut butter skin quality
Jelly coated lies that lip lingers ... 
has a heart so sticky and slippery

Welcoming the curious to come...

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They say Im a lover but I know I can also be a fighter/ 
Im living in darkness today knowing tomorrow ain't going to get...

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I can't handle pretenders.
Something someone is not.
No 'spect for a paper gangster.
Living a fake life until caught.

A lawyer watching Son's of Anarchy.
Blue jeans with vest,...

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I laughed with balls yesterday
I’m not sure why, or what it
was

That was, to cause convulsive
chuckles, I think my eyes
tear-ed

was *****, about toe nails I’m
Sure, but...

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 'He fills his glass up to the brim'
 She knows what happens when he drinks
 He's in an ocean and cant swim
 The more...

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Flushed and frothing in the late July heat
of a slow motion Texas afternoon,
I ventured a call home
and found you
there.

Still of the same soul
and still the...

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It’s hot and it’s fiery, it’s better shared by two
The Matchbook Mambo is the dance step for you
You ignite with your footsteps, so wild and...

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Today marks a continuation of
my blazing accent of enlightenment.
With a tedious eye I vanquish
the demon taunting my peripheral
of lamentable memories and efforts
torn asunder before grateful...

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