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poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the category “Aliens”

rumors & facts circulate like they always do


nobody said it would be easy
as they ran for the hills
a host of tornadoes on their tails
the taste of sulfur on their tongues

the weather radios ran out of juice
maybe twenty years ago
though interruptions kept recurring

the children know best where to hide
their knowledge immeasurable
ever since the flattening
of the learning curve

what’s next is nobody’s business
weather balloons competing
with drones & killer kites
rogue rockets taking off from cornfields





june two thousand twenty-three
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the uninvited


they entered my house unannounced
dapper in blue uniforms & purple berets
sporting steel-tipped boots & cotton-white gloves
—silver stars pinned to shirt pockets
pistols in holsters & papers in hand

they acted as if I wasn’t even here
the three of them moving in unison
methodically going from room to room
one taking photographs
another taking notes
the leader giving orders via hand signals
opening drawers & cabinets
an occasional cough & chortle

when they went upstairs
I stayed on the main floor
& when they never returned
I decided it was no longer safe to stay here





may two thousand twenty-three
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celestial intelligence


you can only hope to outlive it
the system of the clouds
designed to wear you down
with or without shadows

a woman with wings
swoops near the surface & accelerates
back into the sky
—most likely she is not alone

how far they’ve traveled
is a matter of speculation
it’s as if they’ve been here before
the way they know
the terrain
the way they call your name

it’s never too late to change
they seem to be saying
coaxing you out of the cave
insinuating it’s safe again
to see the light of day






may two thousand twenty-three
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like tumbleweed


you follow me
blindly through the maze
electronic headlamp
casting brilliant lumens
— a projected triangular light
exposing uncertainty

high above the canopy
alien voices sing
in their native tongues
creating a singular hum
like the cicada
or the mantra
of the seven tribes

there is no end or escape
from the maze
— I reach back & you
firmly grip my hand
and with all my might
I pull & propel you forward
all in one motion
all for the sake of survival





april two thousand twenty-three
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out of the clear blue sky


the spacewoman arrived
unannounced
right in broad daylight
lowering her hovercraft
onto the open field
where she proceeded
to kill the fatted calf
[soon thereafter]
feeding all of the inhabitants
until they had their fill
from as far away
as the eye could see





april two thousand twenty-three
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to the rescue


the lost
& the forgotten
blinded by the wind
never to return again
repeating the pilgrimage
in the back of my mind

the night
turns into silence
the scattering clouds
revealing new satellites
blinking like a rising star
signaling the next move





march two thousand twenty-three
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the worlds that we live [in]


now that we are nearing the end
can we say it could be another way


at what moment can you point to
saying right there
that specific place in time
progressing toward the committed path
only to back off
at the eleventh hour

country boy in the big city
big city girl lost in green acres
hopping from one continent to the next
eyes set on orbiting like a satellite

there’s no debate
it’s all left to conjecture
but it’s the world we live in
and the worlds
that we don’t





february two thousand twenty-three
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bottles of oxygen in the wine cellar


they come to the door
and ring the bell
they are the uninvited ones

I sit in the corner chair
off-white insulated curtains drawn
the bulb of the table lamp
barely buzzing

the brightless ones move on
but I suspect
they’ll return again
more capable of interaction
the next time around

turning off the light
I nod off in near silence
a dimly lit moon rising
whispering something sweet
into my ear
promising to awaken me
as always





january two thousand twenty-three
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the subordinates


tonight we pause & give thought
to the morning light
having just traversed various points
of the universe
in a matter of mere minutes

at times there is strangeness
in ubiquity
skipping from one reality
to the next
only to find ourselves questioning
familiarity

there is a door in our peripheral
wooden or metal or glass
it matters not
and for the time being
we sit in silence
waiting for our marching orders





january two thousand twenty-three
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fire in the attic


we’re back on the ground
having jumped out of
the little white aerocraft
at the break of dawn

at the same time
the sky was still falling
flaming rocks crashing
setting our very target on fire

we were unprepared
to reverse rappel
but that’s exactly what we did
outmaneuvering the fireballs
expertly escaping from hell





december two thousand twenty-two
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fragmentation


it’s what we can’t see that scares us the most
three purple aliens hovering at the door
the little one rings the bell

not everyone likes Peyton Manning
would more than likely hit the mute button
or not hand out candy on a cold & rainy night

the baseball game is postponed
for obvious reasons
a higher power undoubtedly in on the action

[it being] the car crash that killed the driver
in the early morning hours
not to mention a few dead fawns
and a number of squirrels

chili is warming on the stovetop
there’s something mysterious in the wi-fi
—the doorbell rings again





october two thousand twenty-two
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The Next Pilgrimage


They come from out of this world
defying the very stars that sent them
hurtling through space & time
a heatseeker homing in on sheet of ice

Having reached the top of the world
that which was magically aslumber
suddenly becomes the hottest place to be
—in a flash a brand new ground zero

From all corners the people soon follow





october two thousand twenty-two
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a subtle invasion


the characters are neither human
nor inanimate objects
and they have quickly learned
all the languages of the world

the angle of the sun has changed
for better or worse
exposing the weakness of the old
and the superiority of the new

to be subservient or not
requires careful contemplation
whether inside your own mind
or out in the great wide open





october two thousand twenty-two
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meteor shower


he’s not eaten in a while
you can easily tell
legs & arms moving
[as if] involuntarily
shoving into his face
anything he can get
his paws on

hominid or animal
it’s too early to tell
definitely not from
anyone’s locality
having crashed into
the wild wild rainforest
once upon a time





august two thousand twenty-two
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alien invasion


can you imagine
her breaking in on the scene
attempting to decipher
what exactly the aliens
are doing on this planet

the fossil record
has long been replaced
ever since creedence clearwater
came onto the scene

assassinations will eventually
replace any & all
mass shootings
targeting those actually
or pretending to be
part of the problem

digression is a son of a bitch
but what’s left to do
other than looking back
analyzing why we hadn’t
put away such evil empires
in the first place





august two thousand twenty-two
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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
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