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poetry by j matthew waters

ordinary hero


if you don’t turn the soil over
every now and then
you never know what you’ll get


it’s only eight-thirty
what’s the hurry
and here I thought you were
some sort of night owl on a
mission to save the planet

history tells us
if you come in peace
you will be shot sight unseen

such a shame
so they say about the ones who
die so young
but not your kind
those destined for stardom
all the while struggling to shine

you can never promise me paradise
but rest assured your restlessness
will always keep me guessing



may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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the fall of the reinforcements


they kept bringing in more men
untrained and unarmed
marching single file in and out of the fire
reborn into rising stars
cast away to recreate
new worlds on their own terms



may two thousand seventeen
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witness to the image


black cat saunters in and out of brambles
spreading freely along roller coaster road

I know I’ve seen those eyes before I do declare
electronic compass pointing due south
speedometer approaching twice the limit

next time I swear I’m going to slow down
and get myself a better look
because I know deep down
I’ve witnessed that instance before



may two thousand seventeen
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stuck on track eleven


half dozen white-eyed blackbirds
pace and fidget on a shelf
grooving to the white album
and lip-syncing at will

unsure what brought them there
not one of them cares
not as long as there are nuts to crack
and old-time rock to hear



may two thousand seventeen
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kings in the castle and peasants on the street


and everything else in between

they kept saying they didn’t belong here
they just couldn’t tell you why

inmates inside jails are processed like
mental patients in denial

courts are filled with judges tossing out
jesters for recycling old jokes

I remember you telling me how you loved
reading how we’ll die alone

young people everywhere are starving for no
particular reason

a greater cause picks up steam ever slowly
meanwhile we carry on



may two thousand seventeen
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open windows


and so it seems every day is saturday
probably in the middle of may
downtown the farmers’ market’s abuzz
like a highly functional beehive

the children love to go downtown
where angels hang out in highrises
being seen by those who can see
otherwise merely open windows



may two thousand seventeen
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blurry eyes and right angles


I notice the water pail ornament
hanging on the wall
is crooked
and I mean by a lot

it’s crooked I say out loud

what’s crooked she shouts back

that red white and blue water pail I say
pointing at the wall

you’re crazy she says
she’s as true and blue as she’s ever been



may two thousand seventeen
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reliving the mesozoic era


from what I understand
any day now the poles
are going to switch
and the dinosaurs
     they could soon thereafter
be right back in the picture



may two thousand seventeen
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we shall not speak of death this day


I awoke to a day without news
and quietly wondered if I had landed in heaven

deciding such thoughts are for birds
incapable of flight
I abandoned the notion
at the same time noticing
there were no winds
and no clouds

nor was there rain or sunshine

I was sitting at the base of a sunflower
that had grown ten stories tall
reading from scrolls that were written
before the earth became blue

there is an end to every story
someone once told me
but as for this one
it is only just beginning



may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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cloud interpretations


there is this disconnect that exists
somewhere inside us
hanging out on the fringes
shadowed by a sun dog
pretending to be a drone

virtual viruses take a back seat
to the literal kind
the ones that erase real people
at incredible paces
unable to be stopped
(let alone undone)
by a simple kill switch

when you tug on the string
dangling inside your periphery
do you get a showering light
spreading good news
or is it something quite the opposite
or something else entirely



may two thousand seventeen
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just another ordinarily average day


for breakfast I had chocolate eggs
and for second breakfast
I had orange slices and hershey kisses

for lunch I had a BLC with chocolate
coated potato chips

before the whistle blew
a friend texted a message
meet me at parlor city for a few
local cocoa porters

how could I say ‘no’ is all that I could
text back
whistling down third street
this lovely spring day
here in chocolate city



may two thousand seventeen
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daydreaming at night


I’ve not seen it all
this movie that weaves
in and out of close encounters

actors are not what they seem
on any kind of stage
whether supported on oak trestles
or razor thin wire

the money flows like milk and money
brewed and bottled on the black market
where trade secrets are available for sale
anywhere from one to a million bitcoin

sometimes I like to daydream
during the night
just to shake things up
excited to rehearse those parts
I’m least familiar with



may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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