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poetry by j matthew waters

breaking new ground


three in the morning wakes
me like clockwork
as if cock is crowing at
stars falling from sky

was it fever or dream
that shook me wide awake
both former and latter
leaving me in cold cold sweat

I sit up and shift to edge of bed
my feet unable to reach anything
             this room is not mine
and where the door resides
I can’t begin to surmise

how do you escape from a place
that has no address
and how will I ever find the sun
if there are no windows to open
or cracks in walls to scratch





october two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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10 thoughts on “breaking new ground

  1. 3:00 a.m. is the soul’s midnight. it must be true–I saw it in a movie!

  2. I get really annoyed if I wake up in the middle of the night! It’s usually the fault of the dog snoring away by the side of the bed reverberating the entire room , so then I’m doubly annoyed *laughs*

    Really like the last verse, Matthew, it is suitably claustrophobic. It’s a bit like those dreams you would prefer to wake up from but find you can’t sometimes.

  3. Makes me think of that casket of amontillado.

  4. Great poem, John, and chilling, as well…

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