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A doll

August 11, 2017Matt JohnsonLeave a comment

There’s a doll on the mantlepiece
She said I’ve got many tricks
But I won’t do that
I offered her a drink
She puckered up her lips
And said I won’t be your mannequin
To which I replied
That suits me just fine!
I don’t wanna dress you up
I wanna get under your skin!

Poetrydoll, lips, men, Poetry, skin, tricks, women, writing

Ash

June 27, 2017Matt JohnsonLeave a comment

Your spirits splash
As ash
Washed away by the rain
After rings of smoke
From your lips
Forget their origins
And the stories
that once radiated
Through your limbs
Have snapped
Broken into orchards of bones

Poetryash, bones, cigarettes, poet, Poetry, skin, smoke, snapped, writing
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