poetry by j matthew waters

looking past the glass

windows cut into stone walls
lining brick-laid streets
encasing faceless mannequins
watching the world spin by

some sitting on bar stools
others standing in pose
modeling teacups or tumblers
elbows rising and falling in time

outsiders dare not look inside
lest they become mesmerized
lured into a complacent hold
baring nothing but skin and bone

november two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “looking past the glass

  1. This sounds like a reality show… sometimes I wonder if reality is for real btw.

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