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poetry by j matthew waters

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beyond mesopotamia


it’s simple to snap a number four pencil
anyone of us could do it at any given moment

odds are slim to be sure since most of us
would simply give it a good sharpening

but those who wouldn’t think twice
they’ve been failed by far too many
flanked on either their left or their right

some say hatred is something learned
but truth be told has lingered in our DNA
well before the dawn of civilization

we’ve been playing catch up ever since
scratching out commandments and
condemning the damned before ever born



august two thousand seventeen
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weathercock


break of dawn rooster crows
ushering in wintry winds
twisting and turning atop the barn
singing bye bye american pie

fog rolls in and tractors stay put
weatherworn eyes cautiously shut
waiting for any ultraviolet rays
to jumpstart his lonely heart

nary an audience in sight he croons
anthems and ballads and rhythm & blues
hitting high notes with precision
ofttimes bellowing like a baritone

dealing in world real or imagined
winds come and go without reason
contemplating rain or sunshine
always searching beyond the skyline



august two thousand seventeen
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mister moon and me


I hadn’t noticed how much the moon
had changed in such a short period of time
and I was beginning to believe
perhaps it was I evolving even faster

I told my daughter the other day
I wasn’t the same person from ten years ago
and as she nodded in agreement
I wasn’t sure she truly believed me

I keep sticking my hands in my pockets for
no particular reason
and everytime I bring them back out
I look at them in complete amazement

I remember as a child I would play in the bathtub
with armies and fishes made of soap
and after a while I would exclaim
look mom I have old man hands again

now the moon is the oldest man I’ve ever known
and I tell myself I will get there one day
as long as I don’t lose sight of its wonders
and the all possibilities it displays



august two thousand seventeen
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line in the sand


I never saw so much whiteness
how it frightened me so
mountains giving chase to
skyscrapers
crumbling into seas

oh how I thought earth had died
and I alone sang the blues
the thrill gone
vacuumed inside mushroom clouds

survivors if any are free at last
washing ashore
(dead or alive) onto tiny islands
unclaimed by any government
legitimate or otherwise



august two thousand seventeen
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wall of denial


everything feeds into the next thing
until finally feeding unto itself


you catch words everywhere you go
words and phrases and sounds
you’ve never heard before

I should have given that man
that asked me
a dollar
but I thought I was out of singles
last ones spent on lotto tickets

turning the corner new sounds
enter into the atmosphere
lifting me atop the clouds
where I walked around for hours

there is this hidden turbulence
higher into the stratosphere
pockets of sabotage crouched down
waiting to strike wayward travelers

I’m not denying that I’ve never been there
but since coming back (to earth)
my perspective has never been sharper



august two thousand seventeen
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backyard gig


the boys were out back
barefoot and quiet as could be
lighted candlesticks in tow

so far they’ve had 23 chances
cashing in at near record rates
extending natural highs

though successful yet again
they keep their egos in check
stopping short of euphoria



august two thousand seventeen
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seeing through curtains drawn


this little town was nothing like whoville
though not sure why I mention it
if only to get you imagining
there are other worlds

on the surface nothing changes here
and everyone looks the same
whether or not they’re beautiful
or pretty or normal or something else

down here all oceans are in sync
as are rivers and streams and creeks
each and every tree relative to itself
flowers beneath their boughs
reduced to single digits
propagated by otherworldly intelligence



august two thousand seventeen
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another summer lost


open the windows and let cold air in
infiltrating your comfort zone and chilling
your most heated and desperate thoughts

I know not what raises your condition
bringing your ideas to simmering boil
followed by mind-numbing afterburn

I’ve spotted your face in the passing clouds
sliver of a silver moon peek-a-booing
songbirds praising your inner beauty

although impossible to keep you close
I’ve kept your photographs frozen in my mind
turning them into moving pictures

this cold air is bound to heat up again
meanwhile I huddle inside heavy blankets
waiting for winter solstice to show



july two thousand seventeen
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invasive species


there’re so many ways to keep score
you do it your way I’ll do it mine


those thousands dying from war each day
could care less about climate change

cool winds and secret agent men
come and go from man-made skyscrapers

continental shifts and breakaway ice
only separate us more

tug of war versus mother nature’s pull
nobody’s always winning

today’s swords turn into swallows
flying high at the magician’s command



july two thousand seventeen
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shades of silver and gold


I’m going to take them with me
each and every one of them
I’m going to box them up neatly
like the prettiest set of flowers
ever assembled
and present them with humility
to the spirit of the skies



july two thousand seventeen
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lord of the flowers


mighty clouds bulbous and swelling
swarming through dark starless skies
spinning tales of menace and fear
choosing who lives and who dies

little ones crisscross through cornfields
chasing monarch butterflies
free of cares above or below
on this earth or otherwise

what keeps your faith resurrecting
my dear flower of surprise
oh how you entertain greatness
amidst the deceit and lies



july two thousand seventeen
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Off to Mars


There is loneliness in your words
but your vocal chords
tell me otherwise

I swear you’re one of me
a scorpio without a doubt
but you insist on saying otherwise
refusing to show me
your driver’s license or caller ID

Oh but that was so long ago
in a world that barely existed
how we refused to face the music when
we danced alone
hundreds surrounding us

We are like Lily and Bee
having come this far
nothing to sacrifice



july two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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