poetry by j matthew waters


I wasn’t scared
just slightly out of it
plus these bloody needles
don’t do anything for me
all day.

Later in the evening
reaching for another
I sometimes wonder
if Mister Doctor
knows I’ve always
told him the truth.

I hear the economy
in Mendocino County
is doing just fine.
In my mind
I am already there
tending my own garden.

april, two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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