Matches stacked in neat rows
building blocks for the more complex
constructions begging God’s blind eye
while hoping Satan will play along
temptation spun to make a life
disregarding the consequence
as castle towers reach to the sky
built with desire in moment’s time
the long bodies have no danger
be they wood or paper made
same as a pencil or a spoon
myopic vision is the lure
given that the head still waits
explosion tucked in dormant sleep
always waiting for its time
to realize its aim in life
utility is the highest goal
ignoring tips that carry fire
when excitement seeks its own
rebuffing peril of future doom
when a spark becomes the end
bringing down the tallest dreams
ignition ceasing what came before
phosphorus burning before the rest.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170929.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Matches stacked in neat rows
building blocks for the more complex
constructions begging God’s blind eye
while hoping Satan will play along
temptation spun to make a life
disregarding the consequence
as castle towers reach to the sky
built with desire in moment’s time
the long bodies have no danger
be they wood or paper made
same as a pencil or a spoon
myopic vision is the lure
given that the head still waits
explosion tucked in dormant sleep
always waiting for its time
to realize its aim in life
utility is the highest goal
ignoring tips that carry fire
when excitement seeks its own
rebuffing peril of future doom
when a spark becomes the end
bringing down the tallest dreams
ignition ceasing what came before
phosphorus burning before the rest.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170929.
The poem “Phosphorus Burning” was inspired by a Tumblr picture of a matchbook and lit matches.
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