poetry by j matthew waters

Long Lost Friends

I didn’t make the bed.

I meant to take the dog for a walk.

I forgot to take the garbage out.

When I went to the store to buy some milk
and bread I ended up spending
all my money on lottery tickets.

I was late for work again and they promptly
fired me.

Years went by and I forgot everyone’s birthday.

I couldn’t afford to pay the rent so out the door I went.

I found a new world living below the surface.

I lost my dog.

As I walked the sunken streets at night
I came to realize not even death wanted me.

november two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “Long Lost Friends

  1. Aw, that’s really sad…some people just aren’t cut out for this world. Thoughtful writing, John

  2. The last line killed me. An image comes to mind: http://en.aros.dk/visit-aros/exhibitions/2012-(1)/edvard-munch-angst-anxiety/

    The first painting, especially.

    • Wow – that’s really cool – the association is definitely there. I was trying to emulate (and perhaps poorly) one of bukowski’s styles. Thanks so much for sharing the link and connection to it. Good stuff!

  3. I came to realize not even death wanted me.

    Damn, that is powerful.

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