poetry by j matthew waters

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on the eighth day of a thirteen day binge

I received an email they found my relative
mentioned in a memorial on the
eighth day of a thirteen day binge

the eighth day was significant because
that was the day god started to party
like it was nineteen ninety-something

I remember it well
reciting bukowski into a microphone
that had no power
all the bright blinking eyes before me
snapping their fingers like
there was no tomorrow

I was surprised to find my enunciation
was quite impeccable
and I poured another glass of wine
and took another hit of hash under glass

how we flipped into the next century
is a matter of general relativity
but in the meantime these nonstop
memorials keep hitting
my stressed out inbox
methodically filling it to the limit

june two thousand sixteen
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