Matthew Coombe Poems

Today I am wearing a new watch.
And to quote the song – I am feeling good!

Others get their kicks from new shoes
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The uninvited guests and intruders
that call in the night and rudely pluck us
from the body of sleep are legion.
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I love that small silver thimble full of time
before the start of the day.
A little quiet time to get the job done
before all the work starts getting in the way.
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My pen has hovered over the page like a metal detector
so many times because of you.

All our walks through your woods, around your lake.
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This is the season of lawns and leaves
The gravitational pull of early autumn

So here we are, just me and this skeleton rake
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I do not remember where I came across it.
The word just tripped me like a discarded slipper,
lying on a bedroom carpet in the darkness of 3am.
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The long battered muzzle
sickly yellow eyes
and that unintended toothless sneer
are surely the result
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When the hammer strikes the head of the chisel
I imagine the muffled shot ringing out down the

cellblock. I picture myself squatting, waiting, listening
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Let me begin by saying that yes, we will be
finishing early. I am also conscious of time and I

know how busy you all are, I haven’t forgotten what
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