poetry by j matthew waters

tuesday bloody tuesday

he was tired of being nice
so he moved on to better things
hooked up with some of the boys on
thursday night south of eighteenth street

his woman wasn’t happy with some
of the choices he was making
proceeded to tell him so friday morning

he bought a handgun and spent
his saturday at the pistol range
clearing his mind by repeatedly
reciting bang bang bang

on sunday she sat polishing her rosary
wearing dirty white gloves
church bells ringing in the distance

when monday night mob turns raw
he slips into a brand new world
picking up instincts and aiming
to get a clear shot at something

january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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7 thoughts on “tuesday bloody tuesday

  1. thesewordsiwrite2012 on said:

    Fantastic! Loved the imagery and the progression!

  2. Reblogged this on Poetry Inspector and commented:
    #Great Poetry

  3. I get some image of Boomtown Rats here…

  4. very vivid – a la Guys and Dolls 😉

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