poetry by j matthew waters

renaissance man

born into privilege
he was troubled by poverty

a million dollars can feed
ten million minds
with absurdity & grace

this is a fishing pole & this is
how you set the bait

they set the pharmacy on fire
but nobody seemed to care

withdrawals & deposits
blood bank & sperm bank & local
community bank

saint cecilia loves to sing
sex & violence & rock-n-roll

this virus is a bitch
keeps a man up at night
rethinking his own demise

february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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