poetry by j matthew waters

pocket jesus

i wandered the open market
looking for nothing in particular
when a young girl motioned me
from a little blue booth

she held out her hand
some sort of oval silver coin
placed on her palm

what is it i asked

it is yours she said

no it’s not mine i said
i’ve never seen this before

please take it she said
i want you to have it

i lifted the oval silver coin from her palm
and held it between my thumb and forefinger

with my other hand i reached into my shirt pocket
for my reading glasses

it’s a pocket jesus she said

yes i see that now i said
how much do you want for it

it’s priceless she said

as i left the open market
i could hear my pocket jesus
mingling with my american presidents
and i imagined what a lovely scheme
they must be cooking
to finish me off dead broke
but unafraid

march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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14 thoughts on “pocket jesus

  1. hard to poem and politic…you did well.

  2. cyberbonn on said:


  3. Wow – John! I really like this so much – love the lines from ‘i lifted the oval silver coin… to… ‘it’s priceless she said’ – such a great scene. K

  4. something different. well written

  5. jmbhatt on said:


  6. Oh man I am hocked! 🙂

  7. Excellent narrative, and I love the juxtaposition of Jesus and the Presidents in your pocket!

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