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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what happens here may not stay here

inside your walk-in closet you keep
a wooden bowl atop your dresser
filled past the brim with little things
little tidbit kinds of things that have little
to no value like bottlecaps and matchbooks
rubber bracelets and key chains
a deck of the tiniest of cards you’re
quite sure has played solitaire

sometimes you imagine a little spider
lives inside the tidbit of things
milling about mostly in the dark
but occasionally coming out on afternoons
to unwind atop the deck of cards
basking in the filtered light
leaking through diamond-shaped openings
that really aren’t here nor there

october two thousand sixteen
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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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spider queen

santa ana winds fan
the flames and further
separate the queen
from her entourage

armed with rain clouds
pawns venture in unafraid
questing to rescue the
queen of the stone age

her king relocates castle
closer to the shoreline
petitions clergymen
for a wing and a prayer

backed into a corner
queen abandons her netting
races with her babies
spraying pepper mace

june two thousand fourteen
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