poetry by j matthew waters

while in the pursuit of happiness

today’s glass
wiped of memories
eliminated by tanks since

yesterday’s was
half empty
scattered thoughts
incapable of
piecing together a single thing

tomorrow’s glass
is yet to exist
its contents incubating
awaiting on a toast
to the victor
goes the spoils

boo/hiss to the insatiable

april two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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