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James Matthew Coleman

Finders Fee

Here it is again,
the time searched for and found;
when the curls unwind,
and the moment stands brief;
“To all time”.
I am forging pain-proof  feelings;
the lesser of a thousand Evils.
So I will pour and pour,
then pour some more;
I will pour galore.
.... Until every breath of coal and bellow,
leaves my heart behind open window;
turning the ore, and it’s slag;
into a written everyday must have.
 
Displayed in plain view;
the proper place,
for the likes of You.

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Waiting on Her Abscess (a conversation had over coffee and toast)

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;
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Dawn the Baptist

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
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Sweet tooth

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
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Fall

...and now my halo’s gripping To clumps of drying mud So precious His dirt and water I panged for sex with blood Knowing the Law; I broke it
The Blood of Old

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
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it's beating me

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating
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Loss

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay
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Nuerotica Erotica

Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;
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The Root

Sown; Reaped We are magnificent Our time together is but an arc of… And my pen stumbles to keep up In every thought lies priceless re…
Strands of the Viral Spiral

We are all Einstein We are all Gandhi All of us A Jackie O. and Jack K. And in every way
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4:57 a.m. - Chamomile or Xanax??

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
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It is written on your face

Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
This is Everything

Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…
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Pleasure thief

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.
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Building Babel Backward

I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
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