picnic in the park overlooking the cemetery
it just sucks
all this is going on and one day
nothing matters
none of it matters
and you’re gone
and there’s nothing more
who’s to say there’s nothing more
she says
sitting back in her director’s chair
legs crossed and freshly shaved
don’t go there he says
don’t you dare go there
maybe death is a good thing she says
maybe it’s the start of something new
and hopelessly beautiful
just like this glass of champagne
maybe we shouldn’t be buying champagne
he says
maybe we should be buying real estate
yes she says
a change of scenery would do you wonders
january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Loving this one John.
Thanks so much, Daniella 😀
I like the sardonic humour in this poem. Nicely done!
So glad you think so, Bev…thank you!
sweet n sour
yes a casual conversation to say the least
“sitting back in her director’s chair..legs crossed and freshly shaved” (!)
mmm yes
🙂