poetry by j matthew waters

Bloody Sunday

Now that lent was over
I could get back on with my life
& my sinful ways

Habits & wishlists
have changed dramatically
over the years
but I tell people I’m pretty much
the same as I’ve always been

I don’t go to Easter Mass anymore
mainly to avoid the crowds
& their seemingly good intentions

After brunch
I retrieved my stash
that was miraculously untouched
for forty days & forty nights

As for dessert I mixed myself
a Bloody Mary garnished w/the works
found a quiet place away
from all the noise
& enjoyed a bit of an old staple
called hashish under glass

april two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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