poetry by j matthew waters

I’m on vacation

I’ve got this idea in my head
I’m on vacation
that it’s become my occupation
debunking conspiracy theories
like the reversal of poles
or the inevitable grand gesture
from snake island

I often find myself
fishing for my mother
in deep cold trout pools
the depths of which producing
the darkest of blues

I’ve come to terms
with my misfortunes
and dash away to old cities
as if I’m a bored to death
like Louis or Lestat

The best part is I can
jump anytime I like
from princess cruise ships
putting myself in a position
to press rewind
for hundreds of years
or fast forward beyond
my imaginary tears

july two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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