poetry by j matthew waters

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putting down a few with the dead

there is nothing riding on this game
but I’m watching it anyway
on a hot summer’s day along with
bukowski & harry caray
and some woman
I don’t recognize

of course harry had already
seen this game
by virtue of special permission
while hank consumed two beers
for every one of ours
repeatedly asking the woman
for her name

after a while she became
irritated that he couldn’t remember
and so the pretty dead lady
walked out of our lives
just like that

no questions asked

july two thousand twenty-two
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all rights reserved

afternoon tea with bobbi & me

let’s see
what haven’t we talked
about recently
that might make you
reposition yourself
on the settee

I carry out a tray
two cups & a pot of
earl grey tea
warm banana bread
& two thin slices of
lemon on the side

we talk about how
your dead mother
comes in & out of your life
promising [one of these days]
to leave behind
a dozen monster cookies

she knows how much
I love them
she goes on to say
sipping on her tea
& repositioning herself
on the settee

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

radio edit

I was in the garage fixing the radio
when charlie came in
cigarette and beer in hand
wearing wrangler blue jeans
and a sleeveless tee

what in the hell are you doing neighbor
he asked

I told him I was fixing the radio
(the one with the reddish-orange digital display
that usually hangs underneath the kitchen cabinet
the kind you have to use a pen or pencil
to advance the time of day)

he took a peek at me soldering the
red wire to the circuit board
was careful to blow his smoke
out toward the street

as I screwed the cover back on
he asked what in the hell I needed a
radio for this day and age
you know with the internet and pandora
or some such shit

to listen to the dead but of course
is how I answered
and I picked up my radio and excused myself

august two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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