poetry by j matthew waters


I’m running
to where I’ve no idea
all you can see is the back of me
an obscuration of my former self

where did the world go
seems I’m running in and out
of staged impressions
grass really not grass
but painted concrete
the sky but a watercolor
painted by a pathetic god

listen here
I keep repeating to myself
but there is nothing left to hear
besides the occasional trill
of a solitary bird
attempting to be my friend

all we have is time
my newfound inspiration tells me
flying faster than ever
as I myself
continue to pick up speed
pretending I’m finally lifting off

march two thousand twenty
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2 thoughts on “contagion

  1. Fabulous write, my friend.

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