poetry by j matthew waters

going underground

ants are everywhere
and most of them are downright

then there’s the spiders
and snakes and whatever nature
wants to sally forth populating this place

ground squirrels moved in
last week
little sons a bitches

neighbor says he’s got a
living up there
behind them bushes

wolves and foxes make for
scary noises
beyond the border trees at night

or maybe it’s just two cats without gloves
settling an old match
or better yet
an adolescent sasquatch
out looking for a snack

beneath all the commotion
subhumans thrive at
twenty-four seven bazaars
peddling flashlights and canteens
and cuban cigars
dark chocolate squares
and high-powered rifles

july two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “going underground

  1. Nice one – It fits in well with my misanthropic view of the world today.

  2. I like how your poetry always has a twist to it…like a surprise ending. Well done.

  3. “better yet
    an adolescent sasquatch
    out looking for a snack”

    Lets go with that…so much more intriguing 🙂

  4. I am also a Sasquatch fan too!! Loved it!~

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