Matchbook Poems - Poems about Matchbook

...Hurricane You crash ashore like a savage one-eyed lion attacking its prey. Hunger gnaws at your belly, the trip from Africa has been long. Wind like claws slashing and ripping, ro......

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...My bus finally pulled in late you were there as promised although I tried not to notice the blonde bimbo adjusting her skirt a cross between pat benatar and Melanie griffith puffing on 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 once more He f......

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...What is in that mouse hole snoring away? The cat sneaked a peek and tiptoed that day Grabbed his owner’s phone and took a photo too. Of a snoring elf sleeping in a matchbook box of red and blue. ......

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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......

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...=================== Matchbook what is a Write down your number small talk of big dreams fan flames cold daylight awaits GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE US......

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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 ......

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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 windows all were dark ......

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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 ......

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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 masterpiec......

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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 know when *****in life is going......

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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 when h......

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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 f......

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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 y......

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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 I......

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