Long Matchbook Poems

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 windows all were dark
Where was this place a day ago?
Just...

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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 eternal well and took my father out to buy prostitutes...

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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, will be looking phat.
Uber delivers him to a Harley shop,
wearing...

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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 take a bite of guise,
lust smeared desire tasted between white...

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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 they call me a prima donna.
My words turn into a...

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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 he drinks the more he sinks

 She watches sadly as...

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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 queer, about toe nails I’m
Sure, but she said something
sharp

from dark she throws, the subtle
wit, moves swift...

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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 same
half of my whole.

It took almost an hour
to remind you...

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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 of Red Man dip. 
Work boots laced with leather thongs.
Wedding...

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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 there
and pictures one or two
of things I’ve done and wars...

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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 fruition.

The path that leads to your door
fills me more than...

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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 free
And burn up the dance floor, that’s what you do

Put...

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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 any brighter/ 
Im so heavy in the pain I don't...

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