poetry by j matthew waters

graduating to a higher plane

[I’ve nothing left to confess to
unless of course
I plan to do it all over again]

did you happen to see
what jimmy had to say
he was in the barber shop yesterday
tooting his rusty horn
saying something about
your sister or your mother
or some other
female body
sending shivers
up & down his spine

mama told me
I can’t go there no more
& so here I reside
occupying the upper west side
collecting flies
& working on grander designs

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

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