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the jump start


the creation story
rewriting itself
every morning
you open your eyes

I remember
she once told me
‘I’m not myself’
leading me to believe
she was finally starting
to understand

I’m not about to
dissect every single
week by week interval
but I am prepared
to trace back & slice out
a piece of time
the one that says yes
this is where it started




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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on becoming a god


I’ve been googling how to become a god
and I’m finding it’s not as daunting
of a task as you might think

it’s not much different
than other casual aspirations
in which I have tried & failed
all the while claiming it could be done

acquiring the knowledge of self
is a start in the right direction
but that understanding might
only crack open the door

becoming a god is not impossible
but in doing so one must first
seek & destroy their own self




march two thousand twenty-one
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american ancestry


these interesting days
weeks & months & yes years
look at what they do
to the likes of me & you

one day you’re changing
your neighbor’s tire
the next throwing
molotov cocktails
over the barricades

you keep saying you’re
too young for this
but next thing I know
you’re back on all channels
keeping the family name alive




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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electrical storm


I’ve a need to be rewired
there are just too many
short circuits taking place
affecting the effectiveness
of my inner most thoughts

[I’ve got a soldering gun
electrical tape & 10 gauge wire
out in the garage]

some of my past projects
involve the use of wind & water
sun & fire & temperance
but this time all I need is
a couple amps of imagination

playing nurse & doctor again
in the lower level
the concrete is sterile
and the lights flicker
this time I get to be the patient




february two thousand twenty-one
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renaissance man


born into privilege
he was troubled by poverty

a million dollars can feed
ten million minds
with absurdity & grace

this is a fishing pole & this is
how you set the bait

they set the pharmacy on fire
but nobody seemed to care

withdrawals & deposits
blood bank & sperm bank & local
community bank

saint cecilia loves to sing
sex & violence & rock-n-roll

this virus is a bitch
keeps a man up at night
rethinking his own demise




february two thousand twenty-one
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saying goodbye again


yeah I got problems too
lately working on a puzzle
with too many pieces missing
but hey isn’t that what the
internet if for

let’s see I called you
back in nineteen eighty-two
it was 3:33 am
and I had no idea who I was
at the time

of course you didn’t pick up
probably didn’t live
there anymore
but I’m sure I was calling
for a specific reason




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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the night draws near


no matter where you
find yourself
do not be afraid
for there is always
a higher ground

there is no room
for jealousy
on whatever level
just be sure
to brush it all off
before moving on

forget the powers
that keep on lying
soon they’ll all be dead
rather set your sights
on a higher ground

breathe and smile
how some would say
and certain things
are bound to happen
breathe & smile they say
the night draws near




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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looking after the greater good


it’s too bad
how these things cycle
in & out of reality
little moments in time
that seem to define
a current state of mind

self survivors
once lied to & led astray
by those they trusted
break free from their words
that once declared
theirs is the only way




february two thousand twenty-one
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getting down to the bottom of things


now that the air is all clear
we can start piecing together
exactly what went wrong
of course it will be difficult
to find any sort of remedy
but at least we can dig in
and start pointing fingers
at him & her
us & them
you & me
eventually coming to the
obvious conclusion
that what went down was
simply an unfortunate
yet inevitable happenstance
that there is nobody
really to blame
except maybe the almighty




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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anti-intelligence quotient


I’m learning the difference
between zen & karma
leading me to the belief
there’s so much more to know

in order to understand
the nature of your karma
you need to be able
to master the art of zen

and in order to do any of that
you need to determine
[once & for all] to freely go
with nature’s energy flow




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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about to break


let’s see
how this beast inside me
figures out the never
and the forever more
waiting in the wings
like an angel without a home
knowing not quite yet
who will be born

you keep telling
everyone
you are a prophet
but your voice seems
to be saying otherwise
indicating something hidden
deep down inside you
is about to break




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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for what reason should you


listen to me for once you say
but it’s of no use
the other side has already
gone another direction
and so be it you say
I always told you the sky
is not the limit
and now here you go
proving me right




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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working on a thing


I’ve got a couple of eggs
but no bread
I’m pretty sure
there’s much that can be done

there’s mustard & mayo
and pickle relish in the door
the cat meows as it closes
sauntering out of sight

looking outside
there is more to consider
lettuce & cabbage in the garden
a few critters conspiring

push comes to shove
everything gets scrambled
a motion picture photographed
inside the kitchen




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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secondary interpretations


looking for something a little
less abstract
maybe patches
of blue green grass
apparent yet sublime
like colorful skin inside
an eggshell white dress

traveling by way of foot
well grounded
and full of hope
a constant eye
on the celestial sky
critically interpreting
all the various shades




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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the start of the ending


late night & new corner location
working on an old story with little light
this shadow in my periphery
moves from chair to chair
in the darkened dining room

scattered words stray near & far
I bring them back into the fold
rearrange them in the open field
pretending the start of the ending
will be different next time




february two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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starting from scratch


and so I packed up my things
and headed out on the road
to seek out a fortune
that I was told [in a dream]
belonged to me

it was the summer of seventy-nine
and I had two hundred bucks
in my pocket
a loan from a friend I promised
to repay tenfold

it took me a fortnight to reach
nashville tennessee
nearly penniless but purposeful
just me & my voice & my cherry red
fender telecoustic




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

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