poetry by j matthew waters

on becoming a writer

I was told to read
read everything I could get
my hands on
and so that is what I did
getting into the heads
of salinger and faulkner
cather and dickens
shakespeare and chaucer too
eventually progressing
onto the romantics and the beats
memorizing obscure lines
and repeating them in my sleep
until at some unknown point in time
it all came to a standstill
and I was left by the wayside
like a train without a track
or an aeroplane without a runway
like a man without a country
or a singer without a song

march two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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