Matt Greenblatt Poems

Every morning wakes
With the flirtacious drip
Into the coffee pot
The hiss of steamed milk
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St. Gabriel's Church this morning
Bustles with a life
That Istanbul's Bazaar
Never saw on its proudest day
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Night and fog descend
About those peaceful eyes
Mind clouded, visage hidden
In merciless blindness
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Drowned in darkness, designed isolation
Icy knives assault my back
Descending to the iron floor
With a gentle pitter-pat
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What a luxury it is to
Slip into the night
Away from your friends
At the bar, confident
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Today
We came one step
Closer to a proof of
The existence of infinitely many twin primes
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You don't wear a tie
Because your neck looks good leashed in color
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Her glasses rest so gently on her face
And in that instant of soft touching
Worlds and kingdoms melt to me
But my eyes retreat in haste
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To say that her hair
Shines like the sun
Would fail to do justice
To that red-haired one
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Inside the train
One hears the screech
Of wheels on rails
They try to breech
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