poetry by j matthew waters

more of the same

she was frying bacon
like it was going out of style
and once the aroma woke me
I quickly found some shorts
and hurried down the stairs

winds blew wickedly outside
but you could hardly tell
kitchen radio blasting rock music
silencing all the backyard chimes
composing their own scores

whatโ€™s the matter she asked
did you think I was going
to burn down the place
or did I make you ravenously
hungry for more of the same

january two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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9 thoughts on “more of the same

  1. Which song was it?

  2. Hee hee. I love this. ๐Ÿ™‚ You knew I would.

  3. backyard chimes
    composing their own scores

    artful imagery

  4. Haha… made me hungry just reading it! I don’t have any bacon in the house at the moment, but I could swear the aroma of fried bacon was wafting through the room! ๐Ÿ˜€

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