Burnt Out Matches

Stamp your feet and turn around,

Bay once or twice like a hound,

Put your black gloves on and sing,

Step right through the fire ring.

Smudge your face and breathe up it,

Flame and drink and bad habits,

Burnt out people, cold hard ground,

Move like no one is around.

Pinstripes, castanets, 

Eye-liner, cigarettes,

Burnt desire, silhouettes,

Leather belts and unpaid debts.

Dark woods, ripped fishnets,

Fresh meat and unfair bets,

No white, cleanliness, jets,

We've hardly started yet.

Burnt out matches, music loud,

Rain and mist and darkened cloud,

Chin right up and standing proud,

Since you're smallest in the crowd.

Knees almost bent, almost bowed,

The light and embers are your shroud,

We are one, no tears allowed,

With this night we were endowed.

Pinstripes, castanets, 

Eye-liner, cigarettes,

Burnt desire, silhouettes,

Leather belts and unpaid debts.

Dark woods, ripped fishnets,

Fresh meat and unfair bets,

No white, cleanliness, jets,

We've hardly started yet.

The stars and moon are stark

In the blanket of the dark

There's loveliness, all across,

I lie in beautiful chaos. 

 

The End

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