poetry by j matthew waters

rock & roll fatigue

my watch buzzes at 7 pm
a yoga time reminder
I quickly dismiss it
a subtle reflex
the song on the google thing
making me think about
the handgun
I hid in the basement
years ago

it takes two efforts
to make the damn thing
the old song segues
into a new one
I find myself singing along
[inside my head]
purposely forgetting
the hidden key upstairs

november two thousand twenty
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