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Spectacle of the Century


April the quintessential Clown
a self-educated & pragmatic jokester
in demand to entertain Royalty
the nobility & commoners alike

No wisdom will be embarked upon
this cold & viciously unforgiving night
instead be prepared to die of laughter
as the Walls come crashing down




april two thousand twenty-one
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after the verdict


we’re doing something
different today
but you shouldn’t have
a problem with that

the city is already boiling over
and by nightfall
it won’t be safe at all

we’ve got no time
to board up the main floor windows
we’ll pack a bag
and take some valuables
and pray for our
eventual return

some say there is safety
in numbers
but this time
that’s the exact definition
to an exception to the rule




april two thousand twenty-one
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mass murder by the boathouse


angels behind the boathouse
trade dark secrets in the
middle of the day

they’ve dark hair & skin
auburn wings tucked in
called to this particular place
for reasons yet to be known

they wonder who is
calling the shots anymore
softly debating
how bad things need to get
before the apocalypse

waiting behind the boathouse
one question leads
to another
until there is nothing left
no lies or deceit or promises
just the beautiful truth
that they are here for a reason




april two thousand twenty-one
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Morpheus’ Brothers


The clouds are filling up
with love & hate
compartmentalized into
an anti-organized hierarchy

They often collide at high speeds
making whole systems crash
sprinklers in the server room
turning on like an isolated shower

Saying you can’t really see the cloud
is simply ridiculous
just ask any kid
lying down face up in a meadow
pointing skyward & interpreting
keywords as fact & fiction animals
specifically designed by
Icelos & Phantasos themselves




april two thousand twenty-one
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Inside Little Ararat


Lightning’s been striking
at an extraordinarily high pace
randomly taking out cell towers
and paralyzing parts of the grid

It seems as though everything
has become radicalized
be it politics or religion
extreme weather or world wars

Meanwhile there’s a profiteer
building a state-of-the-ark starship
locals & tourists calling him out
saying he’ll never pull it off




april two thousand twenty-one
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enlisting lost souls & free spirits


what are you doing
trying to save the world
with mere words

we seem to have broken
the language barrier
which only proves that man
has a listening problem

and then of course
there is history itself
repeating like any metaphor
you wish to use

the world needs saving
but all we seem to do
is point & pull the trigger

there is no question
that cities will burn
the question becoming
how high the count
until the next tipping point




april two thousand twenty-one
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from one end to the other


all the colors on one spectrum
it’s destined to happen
just you wait & see


all the colors
she would tell me

and I would be waiting
waiting & wanting more

but that’s all she had to say
all the colors

finally I acquiesced & repeated
all the colors
and then only then
did I begin to understand




april two thousand twenty-one
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for whatever reason lessons are not being learned


the temperature was going down fast
but nobody seemed to notice
instead all eyes were focused
on the smoking gun

it doesn’t take long for word to spread
it’s the world we live in

I cringed when I got word
what happened in broad daylight

the world has got to get better
it just has to
I keep telling myself
but then this happens
and then that
and suddenly I find myself
more fearful than before




april two thousand twenty-one
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one thing leads to another


let me see
let me gather my thoughts
like I gather flowers in the garden
one precise cut at a time


there is something on my mind
it lingers like a ghost
on the shady side of the garden
I sit & wait for it to edge closer

some days are easier
than others
that is widely known
and those that are not
drop hints & clues along the way
a subtle progression
that keeps me wanting more




april two thousand twenty-one
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you used to tell me


daydreaming away
rains recede entirely
eyes open to light
unsure what day it is
or what time

where did you go
& how long were you there
better yet why oh why
did you ever return

none of us belong here
you used to me tell
& what I’ve always believed




april two thousand twenty-one
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sentenced to another life


he had no soul
at least that is what he declared
to anyone who would listen

years ago the courts
took away his civil rights
having buried five of his bullets
six feet below the surface

anniversaries prove to be difficult
in the mass murder era
but birthdays are forever celebrated

judge & jury agreed with his own
self-assessment
making a permanent recording
of a life that was soon to end




april two thousand twenty-one
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a thousand dreams


it’s not the first time you’ve chased the wind
having gone from one idea to the next
but then suddenly there is none
all you can hear are sirens


eventually winds die down
giving you plenty of time to pause
letting loose over a thousand dreams
turning sirens into your mother’s screams




april two thousand twenty-one
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hunger strike


if they get away with murder
the city will ultimately burn down

the hunger striker lives in a bubble
broadcasted from the city center for all to see
like an eagle cam recording the brood

legal betting stands to make billions
regardless the duration
or the eventual outcome
of the extended televised reality




april two thousand twenty-one
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for as long as I wanted to stay


I’ve jotted down a few words
looking to see if any of them
might make sense

where exactly do you find them
casual conversations
youtube videos
in-store purchasing
fm car radio

I keep saying I’m losing my mind
but nobody is listening
I’ve got so many words left
needing to be analyzed

I’d like to step into the future
just to see if it’s really there

and if I told you I don’t want to return
would you believe me

of course I must come back
but I’ve managed to smuggle
a few unknown words
along with some seeds
I was promised would keep me alive
for as long as I wanted to stay




april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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little by little


as it turns out we came here to suffer
or rather seek tranquility & forgiveness
learning each day to stay alive step by step

bit by bit pieces of ourselves leave us
physical or mental it matters not
you give them names as they drift away

how many times have I lost my way
only for you to rattle me back to life
back to that once vaguely familiar place




april two thousand twenty-one
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man is but a shadow


it’s 7:17 pm
and if I wanted to
I could find my own shadow

as for now
I’m content staying homebound
where I sit & wonder
where my shadow could be

in a perfect world
your shadow never leaves your side
omnipresent like god herself
who will one day
add yours to her collection




april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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