poetry by j matthew waters

maybe tomorrow

everything around me was ugly
including the paintings on the walls
the very walls that keep moving in
one ugly inch every hour

the newspaper scrawled out on the table
reeked of ugliness
delivered by the acne-plagued paperboy
on a dreary saturday morning

i looked outside and noticed the sun
hid behind hideous clouds
and i remember asking myself
why is everything so ugly

i decided to stay inside
and selected a rock glass off the shelf
setting it next to a bottle of jack
who was the ugliest son-of-a-bitch
i ever did meet

march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “maybe tomorrow

  1. A sad story – alcoholism is such a monster and very ugly. Very real portrayal of what it must feel like, John. K

  2. I love the conversational tone of this piece. I totally get it when the world looks ugly and depressing. I love this poem. I love “acne-plagued paper-boy.” A favorite of mine is a poem by Joshua Mehigan, called Ugly Ohio. Publish this one.

    I didn’t sense the presence of addiction, more the “blah everything is damn ugly.”


  3. The title doesn’t fit the poem by my lights. Ugly is the best title in my mind.

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