poetry by j matthew waters

alien hideaway

you should be able to see me
clearly now
since becoming an alien in waiting

the tricks I’ve learned
in such a short period of time(lessness)
now preying upon your mind
as you attempt to decide
if you’re going insane
or becoming

someone exactly like me
living further from the truth
than ever before
reworking my appearance
using proverbial smoke & mirrors
and casting rolling stones
into bluesy waters
where I believe
you must be prospering again

july two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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