poetry by j matthew waters

all my friends

I see them all the time
flashbacks like flipbooks
some of them
are stick people
many of them dead

a name will appear out of
nowhere (or thin air)
like a rabbit out of a hat
I’m like a mad scientist
screaming Eureka
in this makeshift laboratory

what’s left loves to hold
a grudge against me
for things said or done
but especially for reasons

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

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: