poetry by j matthew waters

the lull after the storm

I thought I’d seen it all
now how ridiculous is that to say
this day & age

the thing is what you’ve seen
thus far is the tip of the melting iceberg

when it comes to expressions
we seem to take
the easy way out
like taking up arms for real estate
or bullying out of sheer boredom

truth is the fat lady will never
stop singing
and the pot is sure to boil
but what’s up in the air
seems to never want to come down
like an alien in waiting

march two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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