Those Matchbox Fantasies

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Those matchbox fantasies

Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots

She placed a stiletto in her wooden leg

Character assassination plots go all for naught

An Eastern European Gypsy

She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress

She’s dangerous down to her core

A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess

Beware of their corrosive accolades

There’s no exoneration in the line of fire

She’s insolent about your theoretical love

In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire

My Morning Coffee

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My morning coffee; a cup of optimism
Providing hope you’ll survive the day
Please stop talking that incessant shrill
Your negative drivel is constantly in my way
One more word; I might be forced to kill

Pouring The Last Drop In The Bottle

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Pouring the last drop in the bottle
Lost in the old rusted radiator’s hum
Not every morning is lonely as this
Wondering when your love is going to come
The cigarette smoke is trying to kill me
No longer going to sit back cold & demure
Nothing left from when we were famous
She’d give anything for life to be as it were

Those Matchbox Fantasies

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Those matchbox fantasies

Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots

She placed a stiletto in her wooden leg

Character assassination plots go all for naught

An Eastern European Gypsy

She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress

She’s dangerous down to her core

A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess

Beware of their corrosive accolades

There’s no exoneration in the line of fire

She’s insolent about your theoretical love

In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire

*previously published on former blog

Knowing There’s Life Out There

Knowing there’s life out there
Between the barren branches
Tying your coat a little tighter
To fend off the avalanches
Winter will try to kill you
You must fight to see the Spring
Warm each other under sheets
Flip over & let me do my thing

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I Used To Be Young & Impulsive

I used to be young & impulsive
Idealistic – crying out for those mistreated
Arrogant, impervious to facts or wisdom
Ready for the status quo to be defeated

Now I’m old & impulsive
Stringing words together at will
Focusing on a more personal battle
Time has removed my desire to kill

I continue to pull within my own skin
Struggles no one can understand or see
Alone to fight these cruel thoughts
The sands fall & I merely wish to be free

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