poetry by j matthew waters


It’s no wonder
how tired I became
having consumed
Stoker’s ‘Dracula’
inside twenty-four hours

With the assistance
of [mainly] valium
but other various uppers
& downers
I found myself
in the midst of it all
delving inside
major & minor characters
as if I never existed

All alone along
the way
I became immobilized
obsessed with insects
and all things

having become paralyzed
somehow the pages
continued to turn
—in the end
I walked on air
possibly through walls

january two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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