poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “disease”

it won’t be long

we sat on the front porch
and watched the grass grow green
over a kahlua and cream
and slice of moon

between sips I told her I wasn’t
going back to compete with the rats
and cockroaches in the city

they can all go to hell I said

she nodded her head
body slightly swaying while both hands
held onto her cup protectively

I don’t trust those sons-a-bitches she said

the wind shifted and blew
the coolness of otter creek into the
open air and through our bones

opening my pocket watch
I told her it won’t be long before
they tire of the city
and resume their journey
back to god’s country

april two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Post Navigation

%d bloggers like this: