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poetry by j matthew waters

a cameo appearance


I’d been there before
in some form or fashion
not necessarily déjà vu
not some recurring dream
instead something else entirely
like watching a critically acclaimed film
I’ve seen over & again
for the very first time

that was me
I was looking at
it was always me
or so I’ve come to discover
a spot role in a sleeper masterpiece
an unlit marlboro hanging
from my left hand
or maybe a derringer

what happens next
will become problematic
always the storyline transgressing
into digressive tangents
thinly foreshadowing
the greatest of all falls
at the end all alone & listless
the credits quickly flying by




may two thousand twenty
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one million pound piñata


seventy-seven bush elephants
masquerading as one cumulus cloud
slowly trek across the desert sky
bulging like a waxing gibbous

hired archer standing atop zeppelin
back bending backwards
held in place by ropes & pulleys
aiming to deflate the entire herd




may two thousand twenty
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imagining what’s on the other side


I’ve been working on a new song
combining rock & disco with a little bit of soul

it’s something I picked up
back in the late seventies
when nobody was doing their own thing

it’s like mashing ‘sexual healing’
with ‘seven nation army’
four-on-the-floor bass drum beating madly

if you give it more air & time
it may become a karaoke favorite
celebrated throughout the civilized world

what’s grooved on the b-side however
will forever be a work in progress
always skipping from one place to the next




may two thousand twenty
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reading lips & lifelines


I dream & drink too much
sweet dreams from one day
to the next
always someone
taking hold of my shoulders
whispering in my ear
none of this is real

‘why do you always wake me’
repeating under my breath
on my back in the hospital bed
eyes blinking quickly
unfocused and darting up & down
brand new pair of adidas
[cool blue with white stripes]
perfectly placed in the far corner

for some reason
it’s just me & the madman
reporting from the mounted television
lips moving & muted
explaining how the rats of new york city
can run exponentially faster
wearing silk shorts & sneakers




may two thousand twenty
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painted desert for sale


I was short
& you gave me some leeway
we were halfway to chicago
when I said I couldn’t go on
I needed to stop whatever it
was we were doing
and try something else

so you pulled into the next oasis
and wished me good luck
my pockets stuffed with
electronic paper goods
& assorted memories

with nothing on the horizon
I sat in the common area
sipping on my free caffè latte
& studying all the faces
slowly beginning to realize
what I truly missed the most
was my painted desert




may two thousand twenty
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unsolicited offers


it’s time to buy gold again
she told me over the phone

of course it is I said
but for some reason
I think it may be too late

so you’re saying
you’re not getting back in
just at the right time

au contraire
I whispered into the mic
I’ve been back in for years
& now I’m ready to double down
just as we speak




may two thousand twenty
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gasping for air


her heart is racing
easily exceeding one hundred
beats per minute

she came in for a simple procedure
but we’re sending her off to emergency
to get her beating heart
under control

how many specialists does it take
how many second opinions
how many prescriptions

here try this & if that doesn’t work
we’ll give that a try
and if that doesn’t work
take two aspirins
& call me (maybe) in the morning

now she’s stuck in the middle
of the staircase (to heaven)
mostly because there’s no elevator
no contraption she can sit in
conveying her body
from one cloud to the next

in reality they were able
to stop the bleeding
finally took the thing out from her leg

but what about that beating heart
one hundred beats per minute & counting
I mean just how fast
is fast enough




may two thousand twenty
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where there’s a will


how do you find inspiration
in a single word
something universal
yet undefinable
like a child of the sky

she easily escapes you
becoming invisible
in a single word
off skirting the edges
by way of a tailwind

lost to his own devices
he looks inside
discovers compassion
in a single word
the moment passing by




april two thousand twenty
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30/30 #napowrimo

little big bang theory


twenty-eight minutes
that’s all that’s left
until all the little things
orbiting around
any celestial goddess
will congeal themselves
into one great big thing
spontaneously spinning itself
out of its routine
thereby making the universe
a little more or less complex
than it already was




april two thousand twenty
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Chernobyl


After many years had passed
the property (and therefore the estate)
was finally put to bed
but do not be fooled into believing
it was the last chapter of one story
and the beginning of another
and while the truth may never be told
what would transpire afterwards
may best be described
as a continuation of days gone by
for you see the place was originally constructed
from inside the privacy of the forest
and those witnessing its gradual expansion
(from one generation to the next)
were protected from the outside world
and whether seen as a secret society or not
one thing remains
forests will turn into deserts
and deserts will turn into oceans
and disciples of god will become fishers of men
and anything deeded to a human or otherwise
will eventually be returned to its maker




april two thousand twenty
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changing directions


an uninspired idea germinates
in the back of your mind
probably belonging to someone else
one year or two score
or four hundred years ago

long used to going alone
feet controlling the floor pedals
hands on steering wheel & shifter
someone you once knew
begins singing in the passenger seat

past experiences & premonition
tells you the bulging moon
will soon be rising
and so you pick up the pace
the music getting louder all by itself




april two thousand twenty
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bringing back to life


all day I sit in silence on the back deck
passing the afternoon away
small block of wood & jack knife in hand

day turns to evening & evening into night
I’ve grown weary from all the whittling
in what has become extended silence

fact is I was not alone & my mind was filled
with multitudes of windchimes & birdsong
& the babbling of the nearby stream
reminding me of all the music I’ve ever loved

when the april shower began to fall
I stood and closed my knife
disappearing in my pants pocket
my recreation resting in my shirt pocket
in sync with the rain & my heartbeat




april two thousand twenty
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this is only a test


they say there’s an open book test afterwards
taken in a room full of empty school desks
geometrically formed like a military cemetery

you’re the first one to sit down
and soon thereafter
every person you ever knew
fill the remaining seats one by one

true or false when you were twelve your mother
made you smoke a cigarette in front of her
and afterwards warned you ‘never again’

multiple choice was your first fish caught
from the banks of the mississippi
a cat or a smallmouth bass or a bluegill

it’s okay if you don’t remember
it’s all ancient history by now
like bill & monica or romeo & juliet or adam & eve

this test has no time limit
and the clock on the wall has no hands
and those winged creatures walking back & forth
between the endless aisles
haven’t anything better to do
while waiting for their number to be called

with each wrong answer you’re beginning to wonder
what the consequences could possibly be

I mean will they cast you back & make you start all over




april two thousand twenty
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inside an oreo cookie


this story starts in the middle
like inside an oreo cookie

there’s a whole bunch of them
stacked like poker chips
right there on the kitchen counter

I begin to wonder who put them there

then I begin to think
something isn’t right
and I turn my back and step away

of course I stop and turn back around
I am drawn back to the counter
my inquisitive brain processing
like a little watson

why are they here
and why are they stacked

I pick off the top one
with my thumb and three fingertips
and slowly twist it open




april two thousand twenty
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self-medicating


having recovered from near death
I retrace my footsteps one month
two months
or maybe more
recalling how I always
get the flu shotcome october
but this time when the new year arrived
I spent a fortnight fighting off
consciousness
occasionally succumbing
to a bad dream
but mostly
& slowly nursing myself [back to
less frequent hallucinations]
by consecrating
my very own cocktails
into patentlyomnipotent medication




april two thousand twenty
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a quiet revolution


breathe dear earth breathe
bring forth new life from past sins
clear the skies and cleanse the seas
as if it’s resurrection day

forgive dear earth forgive
allow pause where pause is due
remind us daily we’re just visiting
like a surfer atop a wave

believe dear earth believe
a wealth of harmony and truth exists
deep within the souls you create
praying for peaceful ways




april two thousand twenty
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