matt fromm Poems

Marriage. Yes,
The subject has come up,
The old girls even dropped subtle hints.
Christ.
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I looked in the mirror this morning and an honest man shooting daggers back at me.
i coughed in defense at the weak image i saw, after i inhaled some smarts.
I ate the forbidden fruit
when you told me not to.
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Just give me a hand
Just help me out
And the moon is just a
Big toenail right now
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I'm so hungry I can't eat.
I'm so in love her abuse reminds me she's there.
Now on sunset and Doheny where many a merlotnight was spent.
I AM a hopeless romantic
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I still recal the sound of the 2 A.M. trains
from your open bedroom window.
Nestled between a hidden life and your bedspread
choking on your flame colored hair.
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no one seems to get it.
my fingers crawl across this thing
I bleed on it spit on it sleep with it.
its the only thing that matters.
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I told the ol' boy
I had no money
Nothing,
Nada,
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The fly has got the spider in the corner
and is now f! ckin away.
She never saw it coming.
Smooth legs between which lies the enterance to heresy.
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Whistling at the bus stop
and my book bag ways heavy.
I
Stagger and shuffle down the boulevard.
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The best in line for the slaughter are those who don’t participate. Those with health insurance are prime candidates for eternal life.
The man with no family will one day be hailed as a hero.
The actor with no headshots, the farmer with no shovel, the head without a brain just might one day become president.
We cant stop the invasion of bug eyed mutants who thin their peevish poindextorous ways are funny or innovative. Best we can do is pray for a large asteroid or title wave or earthquake or some thing. Anything.
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