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call me crazy or call me dead

it’s never too late for poetry so queen
says to her tea party

it’s past midnight but fire is alive like
bulging moon high above

sometimes long lost friend surprises you
coming back from shallow grave

brand new vinyls replace old school ones
rising up from hellbent ashes

I’ve never been to heaven but I’ve been
to southern california

newly arrived house sparrows build nests
using hammer and nail and trust

in central park all is calm and quite cool
long before all hallow’s eve





january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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