Matt Render Poems

I'm lucky to have
Someone I can call at night
When nothing is alright
And I don't see the light
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The quiet of longing
Footsteps shuffling along
The streets after a hot rain
A heart that's lost it's murmur
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It's midday outside a brothel
Pacing through the alleyway
Sunlight is cloaked in shadows
Of brick tenements
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I'll let her borrow
That blood-stained cardigan
With Splotches of ink
Seeping through the fabric
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Today I decided
I'd step outside
I dont know why
But I did
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There's a single flame
That remains
Apprehensive and flailing
Through a stolid morning wind
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With my finger on the pulse
Of holy invocations
I hear the hoarse cries
And embittered shouts
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I've been driving this flaming hearse
All through the nighttime fog
Immersed in endless thought
And all that I've done wrong
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Here's to trying
Here's to pretending
Here's to holding back the tears
And fighting off the years
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In this alleyway
They'll never find me
With my teeth gleaming
A cold grin in the dark
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