Matthew Holloway Poems

Van Gough was never loved
until after he died
such is the tragedy
of a beautiful mind
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I dreamt of being in a bar
Someplace in New York city
It was raining heavy
Water beat the windows and pavements
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Love or book sales
Which would I choose
Both lifelong ambitions
Both sought after
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My words fall dry upon the tongue
As I thirst for both wine and love
A kiss of both grape and flesh
To quench my eternal longing
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We are not all tall, dark and handsome
Gym goers, professional self groomers
Watching the fashion trends and keeping up
With the nine to five job in the city
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Watching the roulette wheel spin
Thinking about each possible outcome
Spinning that last coin between your fingers
And considering each win and loss
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Capture me
In the net of your verse
Ensnare me in poetry
Keep me reading
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I chanced my hand my heart
Reached out to another
In the hope of something, anything
To kiss the unknown future
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It as as yet unknown
As to who you may be
Still I wish to capture these lines
Our pasts shall not matter
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So, so this is the end
I feel no fight remaining
See no rhyme nor reason
To face another day
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