Matt Ransom Poems

I try to stay professional
I say nothing about it
although everyone has lost their faces
and put on yours
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Once you mistook me
for the menace, the menace
Oh, if you'd only know...
'Cause you can only drive down main street
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If I could make you stop
for a moment
and not entertain yourself
not sing or be sung to
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You are too sweet
Much sweeter than I remember
Did you lose your cynical edge along the way?
Or has age and the love of a good woman tempered you?
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the last day at the baylands
and already it's rained
but the sky is that blue for now
and the geese buzz me
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I might live in the trees
and study the survival techniques
of living off pine nuts
and whatever else pokes through the snow
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From forgotten ashes
the newflame burns through the night
to drive us from our bed
we escape to different rooms and shout our blame
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the fourth vertex is (4,5)
right, right
m+b isn't any of them
Wait a minute!
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I think of a photograph, now gone
of the world through a window
the houses, the backyards
and the oldest tree in the world
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There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each unaware of the others
trillions apart
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