poetry by j matthew waters

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four twenty & counting

there’s a hole in the earth
will you fill it
will you create
something beautiful out of it

what if you filled it with seeds
what would they be
regular or feminized or auto-flower

would you plant
birch & oak
maple & pine
palm & beech
—how many trees will it take
to fill the void

will you live out your days there
cultivating & dreaming
turning the hole into an oasis
yourself into a god

will you find that death
is impossible there
once deeply rooted
down in the hole

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

Four 20 Buzz Cut

It’s April 20 1985
and I’ve got nothing
to write home about

I’m down to less
than a few grams
separating sterile seeds
Budweiser serving tray
[purchased once upon a time
in Saint Louis Missouri]
positioned loosely on my lap

And now here I am
pretending I’m this hot
shot pharmacist
prescribing my own remedies
to whatever it is
that ails me

In the meanwhile
rock and roll music continues
to play on FM radio

april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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