poetry by j matthew waters

that’s how the money men liked it

back in the day I used to hang
out with Clint
back when we got involved
with those spaghetti westerns

there was hardly ever any
high drama on the set
seasoned cowboys rehearsing
their lines and showcasing
well worn snakeskin boots
spitting tobacco on spiders
and squinting into the sun

I mostly sat in a high chair
fans blowing on my face
my voice occasionally
barking out instructions
but for the most part things
played out on their own

july two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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