poetry by j matthew waters

when nothing else matters

it’s brown and cheap and comes
from mexico via chicago usually
around fifty percent pure

some like to smoke it but I prefer
to shoot it between my fingers
where you can’t detect the marks

the last high was beyond euphoric
as my body warmed like a toaster
my mind sailing away on a starship

as I zoomed out of this world past
the northern lights there was no chance
in hell anybody could ever catch me

april two thousand thirteen
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4 thoughts on “when nothing else matters

  1. yikes – beautifully written but yikes – K

  2. Powerful– authentic, as far as my imagination will allow me to believe that there is absolutely no pain felt– no pain in oblivion.

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