poetry by j matthew waters

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low hanging fruit

how does a fly get so fat before the solstice
what could he be feasting on
and how in the world
did he make his way inside the house

I had my chance a couple of times
to either stun him or catch him outright
casting him back out to the great wide open
but I decided the better of it
and went about my own business

now that I think about it
I wonder how many spiders are living
comfortably within my abode
knowing full well the dullest of houseflies
are the lowest hanging fruit there is

may two thousand twenty
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miss muffet’s hairy nemesis

the fly keeps hitting the screen
bouncing off of it
and plowing into it again
as if jumping on a vertical trampoline

I wonder why he just doesn’t
relax on the screen and take in
the warm august breeze
I think to myself
watching the game on TV
and enjoying a cold one

it’s much worse outside I yell at him
believe me
you don’t know want to go out there
they’ll eat you alive

channel surfing between innings
I see he’s finally resting
near the top of the screen
well within striking distance
of little miss muffet’s hairy nemesis

august two thousand sixteen
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