Matthew Bass
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Mornings Are For DaydreamsA Poem by Matthew BassI woke up with you next to me this morning.Your hourglass waistlineblended in with the horizonoutlined in the darknessof my room.When I cooked breakfa.. |
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The Death of a YearA Poem by Matthew BassThere was no love to give;only life to accept.I saw no bloodfrom the gunshot woundbetween the toesas my hand let go of hers.The cold, harsh sweat of o.. |
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Madrid, Please StopA Poem by Matthew BassTonight, I walk with you through the same streets we traveled in poems many years before. I stumble wide-eyed in the same rain water collecting and .. |
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Counting DasiesA Poem by Matthew BassIamsoaloneYesterday.........I shot myself in the foot, to see what would happen. Nothing happened.Just a clean shot between the bone; almost no bloodA.. |
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Madrid Jan 1 2010 (Snapshot of The dead)A Poem by Matthew Bass(True beauty is the collage of a million uglythings)It´safternoonand the streetlights are on.Everyone isdead, asleep, or contemplating another y.. |
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Final ovationA Poem by Matthew BassWe held handsUntil we were the only two.I shouldn´t have let go. |
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Jorge´s MacheteA Poem by Matthew BassJorge has a rusty macheteAnd likes to show it offNot to be violentBut to say“I am Jorge and I have a machete”Scaring Daniel the artistWho .. |
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BelovedA Poem by Matthew BassProloguetensionjoyexitementinsecuritylongingfearfrustrationescape.The Royal Palace that drunken night and your red dressI come back here in differ.. |
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Until I Can´t See YouA Poem by Matthew BassThe empty feelingbecomes louder and louderas the jet ascends. |
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MinefieldA Poem by Matthew Bassblack cheeriosmonster hill dog cat pet fat stupid nonsense high tipsyI wish I was? I think I am really.. |
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