poetry by j matthew waters

thoughts between alien invasions

they keep changing the rules
from ten thousand steps
to seven
eight hours of sleep
perhaps not the magic number

when I turned thirteen
I had a five speed road bike
& a brand new baseball glove
autographed by Willie Davis
          [back then]
every now & again
I’d calculate how old I’d be
come the year two thousand

I’m not going to lie
things never got much better since
too many cars & not enough
bike lanes
          where I live

I keep telling myself
things will get better
that my sports teams will once again
rise to the top
& all the evil empires of the world
will magically evaporate

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

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