poetry by j matthew waters

loved to death

isn’t it always a matter of time
before the next big thing
whether cutting edge or horrific
the wait is far from long

isn’t it wild how a glorious idea
can be conjured in solitude
and distributed worldwide
by way of an invisible wire

isn’t it a crazy kind of love
that hits you smack in the face
when looking the other way
leaving you breathless

april two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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