poetry by j matthew waters

I know it when I see it

your desire for beauty
is lost
in your bouts of hatred for anything
you can’t comprehend
or attempt to understand
forcing yourself
to react uncontrollably instead of
pausing for reflective thought

I wished I had never taken you
that day they forced you
out of the museum
your legs kicking
and arms flailing
repeatedly shouting that picasso
was nothing but a chauvinistic pig

february two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “I know it when I see it

  1. thesewordsiwrite2012 on said:

    Interesting… and kinda funny.

  2. I knew her too – well told 😉

  3. cyberbonn on said:


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