on the eighth day of a thirteen day binge
I received an email they found my relative
mentioned in a memorial on the
eighth day of a thirteen day binge
the eighth day was significant because
that was the day god started to party
like it was nineteen ninety-something
I remember it well
reciting bukowski into a microphone
that had no power
all the bright blinking eyes before me
snapping their fingers like
there was no tomorrow
I was surprised to find my enunciation
was quite impeccable
and I poured another glass of wine
and took another hit of hash under glass
how we flipped into the next century
is a matter of general relativity
but in the meantime these nonstop
memorials keep hitting
my stressed out inbox
methodically filling it to the limit
june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I love the clarity of this… kind of the opposite to the rockstars playing like gods without a single memory afterwards.
a wonderful take on this piece my friend – thanks so much for your encouraging comments