poetry by j matthew waters

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waiting for the bell to ring

to be more abstract
a jonathon cut into six parts
shared by four people
sitting ‘round a table for three

conversations often lead
to detours & dead ends
how the one never listens
all others simply rambling

it always get late too early
in this part of town
floating higher than ten stories
thank you hash under glass

the count is unanimous
pheasant for the last supper
a wish & likely a reality
pears ripening in wicker basket

november two thousand twenty-one
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forbidden fruit

four small green bananas
three abstract oranges
and two heart-shaped apples
overfill round wicker basket
posturing freely above
false granite countertop

don’t touch don’t touch
the artist with nine brushes
shouts from out of nowhere
putting a halt to hand reaching in
and mysteriously withdrawing
as if overtaken by guilt

december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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still life telling its own stories

the story was supposed to have a twist at the end
but all it had were some half-baked ideas
and out-of-place exclamation points

and so he went back and reworked the narrative
thinking the story could be salvaged by removing
the exclamation points and replacing them
with a series of question marks

on the kitchen table was a round wicker basket
sometimes filled with bananas
other times apples or lemons and limes
maybe a super ripe avocado or mango

and then it hit him that the story had
nothing to do with punctuation
but rather uneaten fruit dying to be noticed
in someone else’s nondescript world

november two thousand seventeen
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