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poetry by j matthew waters

home deliveries


this isn’t the moment though at times
it sure feels like it
the way the vibes are bouncing
off the walls
as if they’re the most random
of all happenstances
like an unrehearsed drum solo

I’m roaming the house with a couple
of sticks and music blaring
throughout the intercom system
planting make-believe
booby traps
for all the crazies who keep
ringing the front doorbell




april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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