poetry by j matthew waters

déjà vu and me

I am tired but I wake up anyway

I don’t dare dream of showering for fear
that I may never get out

yesterday I had hypothermia
at least that’s what I thought
but every time I took my temperature
it said I had a fever

I don’t play the french lottery
but for some reason
I keep checking the numbers

I used to dream of blackbirds
screaming at the sunrise
but now all I get are sunsets
exploding exactly like last night

november two thousand sixteen
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7 thoughts on “déjà vu and me

  1. Geez John have you been visiting my dreams. Mine have been as weird as lately!

  2. Dreams are what’s wake me up

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