poetry by j matthew waters

imaginary figments

in the dementia ward they
played poker with toothpicks
and told off-color jokes everyone
laughed at but nobody understood

nothing is real here one of them said
you’re all just figments of my imagination

I used to love fig newtons another one said

they don’t exist you idiot
not fig newtons or chocolate chip cookies
not milky way bars or rice crispy treats
not sugar and spice or anything nice

everyone chuckled except for the one
who used to love fig newtons

oh just shut up and deal he said
before the lights go out

july two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “imaginary figments

  1. Interesting concept! Reminds me of one flew over the cookoos nest.

  2. Rose Red on said:

    Clever title, I see what you did there

  3. thefeatheredsleep on said:

    I absolutely love this one

  4. This gave me shivers.. just last week my mother had to move to one of those places… pure shock.

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