Andrew Matthews Poems
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One Man's Shit Is Another Man's Foie Gras
I threw away an old piece of furniture today
an old wardrobe.
It was falling apart and it didn't take long
to break it down.
It could make someone a good fire
in this cold weather.
I gave away some old clothing to a charity
I just put it in a big plastic bag at my front door.
hopefully to keep the poorest people warmer
in this cold weather, or maybe just to keep
the merciless sun off their skin.
That's about all I've got that I can throw away.
Apart from empty tins of food and packaging
and paper from poems that didn't make it
into the ...
Dark Prisms Part 1
Dark Prisms are what I see
when I look beyond my mind.
How can I feel there's any hope
When broken dreams are all I find.
Sometimes I grab aimlessly at the future I cannot see,
Maybe I am trying to be something I can never be.
Beginning to fester in my self pity
But trying to fight the pain within me.