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poetry by j matthew waters

Spanish Moon


I’ve often wondered
about the Spanish Moon
if I could possibly make it out
once having gone inside

The hookers & hustlers there
will tear you apart
as long as you have that spark
diamonds in your eyes
and rings inside your soul

They’ll take anything they want
at the Spanish Moon
as you foolishly fall in love
with that dark-eyed girl
singing & playing guitar




november two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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