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January, 2010

  1. doesn't cool down

    January 31, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    the heater is on
    it is hot
    now it is off
    it is still hot

    that’s the way it goes
    just cos you turn it off
    doesn’t mean it cools down

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  2. Call me Reverend Mat

    January 29, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    I don't have to be part of the underground marriage circuit any longer.

    I don't have to be part of the underground marriage circuit any longer.

    Google “ordained minister” and get ordained as a minister within minutes.

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  3. balance

    January 28, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    you were supply
    i was demand
    we balanced ourselves
    in meaty desire

    we unbalanced scales
    twittered and trickled
    slid down sideways
    ruined it all

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  4. never be

    January 28, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    you’ll never be better than you are right now
    you’ll never be fitter or thinner
    you’ll never be more loved that you are right now
    you’ll never be surrounded by more friends
    you’ll never be happier and laughing
    you’ll never be
    well, that’s it
    you’ll never be

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  5. relief

    January 27, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    arrayed on the shelf for health there are pills
    and potions and medicines yellow and blue to swallow
    and take just one for relief, take two for more relief,
    take them all for eternal relief, for bottles filled with passion
    and heat to swallow so you will dance and fling back and forth
    and sometimes after that night sigh you can get up and take something
    from a bottle or box, feel that chalky pill catch in your mouth or the
    liquid gulp down for relief, take one for relief, take two for more relief
    take them all for eternal relief.

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  6. choice

    January 26, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    stay chaste
    or
    stay chased

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  7. machines

    January 25, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    so i’ve got this machine here
    it makes plans
    and this one here
    makes plans for the planner

    the blue one, shiny steel
    it adds, subtracts, multiplies
    it doesn’t divide
    that is this guy here

    this crippled one
    it blows it
    this one repairs
    this one ruins

    green over there
    tells me it’s alright
    black by the window
    surveys the night

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  8. warmcoldwarmcold

    January 24, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    cold hands
    warm heart
    cold heart
    warm ears
    cold ears
    warm tongue
    cold tongue
    warm skin
    cold skin
    dead

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  9. bone

    January 23, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    the apple fell to hell never tell what it is
    when I’m all stupid in stupor pour it out for
    a time and rhyme with chime and chimera prancing
    for the camera made of bone china bone england
    bone france bone forgotten island drowning under tidal
    waves and shells returning to salty hell but never tell.

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  10. topple

    January 22, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    I thought I wouldn’t walk out of there
    I thought
    my last scene would be a white wall
    a tiny waterfall
    (really a hallucination)

    I did walk out of there
    My last scene, well, I’m not sure
    A book related death, I hope
    I’ll try to climb to the top of my bookshelf
    to retrieve a much-loved book
    one with a love letter inside
    topple

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