poetry by j matthew waters

hiding behind marshmallow clouds

descending into madness at midnight
I pull pieces of bread from my pockets
feeding them to my soul

in the morning I take tylenol
and pour raw milk onto a
bowl of rice krispies
listening to vague childhood memories

in the middle of the afternoon the full
moon hides behind marshmallow clouds
my conscience reminding me
(as I fall into a self-induced slumber)
how everything becomes edible in the end

november two thousand sixteen
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11 thoughts on “hiding behind marshmallow clouds

  1. I love this like crazy, J!!!

  2. it’s lovely J Matthews

  3. Your poetry fills an interesting spot in my mind. I also like the format you’ve chosen to display it in.

  4. denise0904 on said:

    I call the clouds, marshmallows too! I have thought this since I was a kid.

  5. Great poem… such a marvelous last stanza… sending best wishes. 🌟

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