poetry by j matthew waters

smack in the face

under the bridge needles grow
tendered by invisible trolls
thirsty for artificial light

rolling up sleeves
uncovering layers of skin
giving names to veins
and telling inner city stories
one tattoo at a time

rain never bothered anyone
not where I come from
if push came to shove you could
always find shelter with Orson Wells
and all his little friends

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “smack in the face

  1. superior, smack as in kiss, for this one 😉

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