Matt Greenblatt Biography

Every morning wakes
With the flirtacious drip
Into the coffee pot
The hiss of steamed milk
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St. Gabriel's Church this morning
Bustles with a life
That Istanbul's Bazaar
Never saw on its proudest day
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Night and fog descend
About those peaceful eyes
Mind clouded, visage hidden
In merciless blindness
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Drowned in darkness, designed isolation
Icy knives assault my back
Descending to the iron floor
With a gentle pitter-pat
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What a luxury it is to
Slip into the night
Away from your friends
At the bar, confident
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