poetry by j matthew waters

those good old days

they sit in the great room
watching golf with the sound
turned up rather loudly
commenting how none of the
golfers have visible tattoos
like so many other athletes

what’s this cloud they talk about
she queries
pointing at the microsoft commercial
airing on the television

what’s that he shouts back

the cloud she repeats
what is this cloud all about

beats the hell out of me he says

but I thought you knew everything
she says

for the last time he says
I once knew everything
now all I know is jack squat

picking up the remote
he turns the volume up even louder

march two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “those good old days

  1. HaHa! Now that is funny!


  3. Both sad and funny at the same time… one day we are lost among binaries.

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