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Playing With Matches

March 19, 2010
By ThatBlondGuy SILVER, Mableton, Georgia
ThatBlondGuy SILVER, Mableton, Georgia
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Playing with Matches

I confess I play with matches
I stash them under the fattest pillows
Still they never bloom with yellow fire
For I prefer to count them with an enormous finger
And then name them after Roman gods.

I also run with scissors
And grip them like a sword in my sweat-lathered hands
As I bounce around the endless track
I tend to drop them somewhere around the mile mark.

I never cough into my hands
Instead I do so in my hat
For I like to see just how many
Strange stares I can earn with
A croupy bark and a withered
Baseball cap.



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