poetry by j matthew waters

the wayfarer’s son

there is nothing normal
going on here
or at least that’s what it seems
to any casual observer who might
happen to overtake this transport

it’s full speed ahead
zooming past all the rest stops
where people drink coffee and
talk about what it means to be human

every new place seems the same
so many sons and daughters
manipulated by promises
fading into the scenery
blending in with the unnoticed
and unmotivated
and/or heavily sedated

steering clear of deep dives
I swear to god (once again)
there are some things I don’t talk about
especially to perfect strangers
let alone myself

march two thousand seventeen
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8 thoughts on “the wayfarer’s son

  1. “any casual observer who might happen to overtake this transport…manipulated by promises ” only to need heavy sedation after betrayal…love it.

  2. denise0904 on said:

    This could be the whole of earth hurtling toward its’ destiny from the viewpoint of an alien. (no, I have not been drinking)

  3. Words unspoken that would never find a receiver- The last two stanzas show a sense of alienation and loss. Probably of lack of communication or failure to communicate. Very well written!. Sending love & wishing you a wonderful spring ahead! 😀

  4. This is one of my favorites of yours. Thoughtful, but quite haunting at the same time. I especially enjoyed the ending.

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