poetry by j matthew waters

haunted by the noise

it’s a daily occurrence
having to deal with the noise
that time makes
a constant churning
like making ice cream
in the garage
on a summer afternoon

on days like these
it’s easy to lose identity
picking up on vibes
like knowledge & belief
having been everywhere
spooning in the salt
making a new sound

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

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