poetry by j matthew waters

no thanks to the nazarene

nobody told me what was going on
but I was playing along
sitting in the rear
visualizing all the stations
right there on the wall

the last time I’d been here
I got sick for a month
experimented with oranges
and tangerines
cucumbers & strawberries
anything that could possibly
alter my state of mind

chocolate ice cream
baileys & irish whiskey
usually provided the greatest relief

this time I’m not going in
just zeroing in on those coming out
acting as if they’ve been
saved again
for the umpteenth time

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

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