Matchsticks Poems - Poems about Matchsticks

... they chain you up strip you down the lights never go off— just the screams shift to new throats. the guards play blind, or worse, they bet on who breaks first. some poor bastard bleeds......

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...matchsticks s t r i k e passion sulfur dioxide ......

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...folding the trees, branch by branch; rolling the leaves. slender sticks play eye tricks; fat and juicy ones’ carried downwards. small branches gathered; large ones, heave ho. these matchs......

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... DUCHAMP URINAL toilette to wet LOWRY PEOPLE matchsticks in pics HOPPER URBANITY film stills sans frills ......

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...Up in long bands of gray and white angry clouds are whirling, fingers stretch downwards to the ground, faint traces of swirling. the farmer sees it and suspects what nature is unfurling. Glad a......

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...Edit on line 7 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 had broken up......

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...If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles And drips spears of weighty waters Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come, Be glad for the storied house that a stray seed built, T......

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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......

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...Tinderbox Just a little box that holds the matchsticks, compact box with matches inside Just a little box that holds the matchsticks Yet they hold the strike of death! Yet they fire the final ......

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...The detritus of a household of smokers was a joy to the young child, stifled in a family he believed he had outgrown. Matchsticks, by the score, he used to build magical castles with towers to climb ......

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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......

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...I had a brain like an old motorbike, I rode it back and forth just to get laid by whomever, and that strange one who kept cats under her long skirt. Truth is a marmalade calligraphy. I yodel b......

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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, ......

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...Time kisses each upon a cheek with timeless teeth of smile. Even hungry mice as we, who walk in other’s shoes a mile. Along the empires’ ridge we stroll with nighttime sky, engaged. Impoveri......

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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......

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