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poetry by j matthew waters

spontaneous combustion


his eyes squinted
at the cherry red end
as he drew smoke
to his lungs
sitting in the dark
in the old cloth chair

crushing the butt
into the tray
a hot piece flies off
and lands in the cushion
his weighty eyes closing
from sheer exhaustion



august two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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