matthew broxton Poems

Know thyself,
Know me,
Knowing the person I can be.
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Too much to hold,
like wet soap,
happiness slips right through.
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I packed up,
my love for you,
in a cardboard box.
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Found this now,
keep it safe,
alive, I feel.
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Call it fate,
call it randomly shot,
struck- down
knocked up,
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Scream, shout
grab a banner and demonstrate,
start a movement,
front a parade.
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The waiter who wanted
to become an astronaut.

The road-sweeper,
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I confess,
I've thought about it,
once or twice.
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Pacify me,
as I begin to weep,
hold me close
as tears begin to dribble onto my cheek.
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From my window,
music plays
a plethora of voices,
bass, alto and gutteral growl.
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