Long Matchsticks Poems

 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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We can’t go out so what to do?
How do we spend our time?
Imagination, racing thoughts
My brain on overtime.

There’s gardening, painting, DIY
Non urgent jobs to do,
They’re boring and predictable,
I need stimulus, tried and true.

That lazy dog...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream...

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Weirdness everywhere, what in the world is going on?
So many stretches of land totally scorched,
longing for even one drop of rain, others in a 
neighboring zip code, up to their necks in water,
can't stand the...

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Rise before the rooster that is caged in neighbor’s yard.

Hitting my knees before I open my eyes I offer up a dream prayer

            of...

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I turn back and the light’s glow is neither day or night,  
And the lilting summer waves gently caress the shore.   
Worn black rocks, stand as ageless and silent sentinels,  
And...

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Inspired by Portrait of a Kleptomaniac Painting by Théodore Géricault. An 1822 painting done as a series for a psychiatrist to identify mental illnesses. 

I sit here awhile
It's my task today
Lost in empty dreaming
Consciousness reserved...

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On coining an acronym for the neologism  'occult microaggresion' 
'OM' is right, 
But might get the Buddhists backs up....
OMA, WTAF? What about OMA? 
Its German for granny, but I've no objection to teutonic geriatrics, 
Unless...

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We are all born with a match box inside our body
We need oxygen and a candle to light it to accomplice
The oxygen has to come from a lover’s breathe.
Candle can be anything- a melody, a...

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Matchstick Girl.

Matchstick Girl in ragged clothes,
lace up shoes and purple toes.
'Come buy your matchsticks from me sir,
your wife all fancy in her fur'.
Every night on London's streets
there were matchstick girls
with clip clop feet.
Men with sticks...

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Another staff meeting,
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships...

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Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak!

The tremors kept occurring till the day
two...

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When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs and whipping up the ocean.
As it crossed Alaska and into...

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In a storm the lighthouse beacon 
beckons ship in peril to come closer.
There is no where else to go.
A shining light offers refuge
But fails to deliver, as the light
warns of danger lurking nearby.
Sailors see the...

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a mother sits down with a beat up & disheveled box of old photos---
she had just gone upstairs to get them
with footsteps on an extremely dusty surface
as each step so hard these days
as the years...

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I’ve asked you for love, but my heart
Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld,
I’m a broken-pieced soul.
I prayed for success, instead all I see
Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus,
All tight up...

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Welcome to the illicit villa
Where people come and go
A brief warmth of the palm 
A touchy heart, a hearty laugh
Then out through the elusive door
Customary customers they are called,
All young and old

Accommodations are provided
Free advice...

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There he was – my first boyfriend ever -
leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him
over to my town to see me before I left for college
even though we...

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Compliments, success and various honors I earned 
Are like matchsticks leading me the next stage on
By lighting my path to settle down in corporate life.

But do I stand to all the above compliments & honor?
Or...

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School bus driver
Releases the squish of her air brakes
With a lurch from knees and chest
Clunks the bus into Park
Lowers her red head into the matchsticks of her dry hands
Rolls the meatballs of her eyes between...

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Watching it spin on an axis of shame
Collecting my thoughts in the cool summer rain
Whispering now cause I just can't complain
Well, it's the least I can do 

Silvertone speakers that crackle with age
Finding the book...

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Restriction, restriction
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an...

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You try to make them civilized and grown-up,
but the words are infants,
they want to crawl around and yell for a bit.

You know that an eye is upon you.
watching you in that whelping room
where creation rearranges...

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I wish to try paint the portrait of manhood 
Tinkle a Little
For what else except humility makes humans angels?
For being a man is hard but that's something I wish to become before my tombstone days
Manhood
The...

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When I was all but spent 
And broke, matchsticks and maybes 
Scattered in a ragged heap, 
All the foreign tongues, they spoke 
Of gamblers' luck and empty deeds 
Bestride the charity of sleep. 

Then I...

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