Dear The Match Factory; - by Craig Turnwall

                  If you’re wondering if I’ve seen it…”well I have” and it’s a monster breathing
down all the necks of cliché thoughts and usage of the words “poetry,” “literature,”
“artistic,” “design,” and “positive influence.”
                  And this is not a counter strike
                  I hold no harbor to place anyone into their ships
                  “…well I have…” is a massage
                  not a command
                  nor a prerequisite
                  nile a holy host

Being tired of conventional;
A blue mind dream and a son or daughter
We’ve come to this in wiled round beats of Midwestern blood
                  Our own through our Grandparents
                  And the East Coast through their own
                  And the West Coast through their own
                  And Oklahoma through their own
                  And Idaho through their own
                  San Francisco
                  Austin
                  Pierre
                  Lancing
                  Iowa City
                  Columbus
                  Cody
                  Manchester
                  Albany, the old capital
                  Bozeman
                  Gilford
                  Naples
                  St. Augustine
                  Kleine
                  Wahoo
                  Holy Ground
                  Tri-City weather and the calves down by Old Miers’ way
                  Live for truth or fire a gun
                  Hunt thou us hunt, where be the trigger finger of us peoples
“Name off all the capitals if you will. Doesn’t mean you not how the people see their
states. I’ve seen it all, can’t pretend to not be part of the people…can’t pretend….you’ve
seen the faces…oh how might may be, in loss bares all, and I can see you necklace eyes…”
                  Vile, not in context or if in judge…rebound…fifty three more till making it onto
a basketball card…

                  File this away with the following words;

                  Crush
                  Daytime
                  Epilepsy
                  Disaster
                  Crying
                  Faith
                  Hearth
                  Dan Spider
                  Red, Green or Blue
                  Ignition
                  The letter “U”
                  Statements such as:
                  “follow the keys”
                  “make yourself correct”
                  “don’t hide behind your own eyes”
                  “test the waters and make them your own”
                  “drive until all possibilities do not exist…and you have one more mile to explore”
                  “live your soul throughout all turmoil, and not be sick, eyes and mind through
                  heart equal one.”
                  So I listened and I thought, “How can this not be me?”
                  “Oh Clark!....This where Clark lives…!

                  A poem to Jarrod Pomajzl.

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