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poetry by j matthew waters

unrealistic expectations


recreating that which transpired ages ago
like piecing together an impossible puzzle
patching together squares of unrelated fabric
having no business being stitched together

there’s a timepiece strapped to my wrist
and I’ve no means of removing it
ticking like some roadside bomb
waiting for the perfect time to explode

I’ve nowhere to go except forward
strapped in boots and marching through
frozen grass icing over like a stream
old familiar territory once made of concrete

there’s a house up ahead I know it well
an old childhood friend used to live there
how many times I’ve been drawn inside
a world where I was always welcomed

it’s early but not too early
the sun arising
shining upon the front screen door

before I am able to knock
a child appears
our eyes meeting inquisitively

the child’s eyes give way to a man
about my own age
pushing open the door and telling me
he’s not been well
and that he’s been expecting me




april two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all right reserved

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11 thoughts on “unrealistic expectations

  1. what inspired this?

  2. This is fantastic. I have visions of doppelgangers and death.

  3. “there’s a timepiece strapped to my wrist
    and I’ve no means of removing it
    ticking like some roadside bomb
    waiting for the perfect time to explode”

    Such an intelligent description. Amazing!

  4. This is beautiful. You’re one of the best, you know — an extremely skilled poet.

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