poetry by j matthew waters

sort of like vegas

they tried telling me
nobody knows what happens
after the lights go out
making me chuckle
beneath my breath
knowing full well the lights
(as long as they’re not man-made)
can’t possibly ever extinguish

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

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