poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “reaching out”

stick hand

pretend you’re a stick figure
wearing a beret
and twirling a baton

out of nowhere a number two
pencil eraser rubs
against your thigh

you resist with all your might
pushing back
and kicking back

eventually you become stuck
like in quick sand
your mouth wide open

absorbing into another medium
you reach out
one last time

to be saved

march two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Post Navigation

%d bloggers like this: