poetry by j matthew waters

crossing nontransferable territory

you could hear bad moon rising
coming from the other room
the music somewhat muffled
fogerty’s voice unmistakable

stepping outside
it was pretty much the same
excluding the music and that
unmistakable voice
transitioning into inner nonsense

at the next stop
glass tri-fold doors open
exposing old men sitting on
metal benches
stitching together wounds
inflicted half a world away

speakers on light poles
suddenly become charged
casting shadows and
sounding alarms disguised
as folk rock from the sixties

trading wheels for wings
up up and away you go
defeating gravity and
orbiting unfamiliar rhythms
bursting above the clouds

february two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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11 thoughts on “crossing nontransferable territory

  1. I love, love, love this, man!

  2. I love how you started with the title of a song… coming alive.

  3. You have a way with words… all words ❤

  4. John Fogerty…sigh! a poem all in istelf

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