poetry by j matthew waters

winter break

it was a voluntary quarantine
back in january of eight-two
campus town nearly deserted
the old house breathing heavily
single pane windows fogging over

the dragon in the basement
lay restless & toying with fire
keeping the water flowing
and feverishly gnawing at
the golden chains that bind him

inside the fourth floor dormer
alien freshmen feast & party
on quaaludes & bubble hash
second-hand smoke & laughter
overtaking the ductwork

february two thousand twenty-two
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2 thoughts on “winter break

  1. memories? fond or otherwise?

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