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poetry by j matthew waters

georgia


nothing is real
not even the exception to the rule
to which you have seemed
to execute to perfection

I’ve chased down
many a dream with no end
only to pick things back up
exactly where you left them

you leap from tree to
tree with relative ease
repeating in my mind like a
hand-made picture show

I toss it aside
carefully behind a bush
thinking there’s a good chance
I want to retrieve it

I always tell myself
you should have told me
to stop swinging for the fences
a long long time ago



june two thousand seventeen
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only dreaming


I showed up with plenty of time to spare
so I ordered myself a beer

nothing was really happening and I began
to wonder what brought me here

perhaps we had met in a previous lifetime
and me being here
was nothing more than a memory

or perhaps I’m still alive and only daydreaming



june two thousand seventeen
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listen for them


I’m still looking for unbridled trust
be it friend or foe or souped up chevrolet

it’s always been out there
or so I’ve been told
and you’ll know it when you find it
as they say

for far too many it remains elusive
much fainter than a distant shadow
further away from the mind than
sunrises of sunsets or death itself

there are many conversations taking place
but there are few too many words spoken

meanwhile
new words are being born by the minute



june two thousand seventeen
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decoding the killer gene


though knocking loudly at the gate
the brilliant sunrise could not get through


jesus freaks sat outside the borders
healing the other side without lifting a hand
absolving self-inflicted wounds

somewhere in a basement in america
a new code is creating itself
concocted by a lost soul
again reborn

folklore and chronicles and atrocities
fuel an already hungry mind
manufacturing new ambitions by
discovering anti-killing algorithms



june two thousand seventeen
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too young to be taken away


they said she was dying
and so she was
and so she did
pass away amongst nondescript
fanfare

time passed
and so everyone else living
(or everything else living at that)
continued on with time
some continuing to live in the moment
and others not so much

every so often her name comes up
in casual conversation
perhaps at a coffee shop
or walking past third street windows
pondering and wagering how many angels
were required to sail her away



june two thousand seventeen
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the next rainbow


water-colored clouds fill the sky
painted bird flexing her wings
sitting atop chalkboard line

everywhere there is repetition
right down to nanocreatures
living and dying in nanoseconds
catching wave after wave after wave

clouds give way to a super sun
washing out the painted bird
taken to flight and searching again



june two thousand seventeen
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like a crow on a sign post


there is an intangible stirring somewhere
perhaps in the clouds or in the water
in the ground or in the fire
it doesn’t matter ‘where’ really
it could be in the economy or in the wars
lying dormant in a billion dreams
it could be current events or
your everyday laissez-faire
but it is most definitely there
designed to reassure
true change is inevitable



june two thousand seventeen
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this time I’m playing to win


it wasn’t my move and I was pretty sure
I could grab a guinness and call it a night

there was no place to go so I recalled some
old photographs
which only reminded me
she doesn’t love you anymore

I sequestered myself on my own terms
but at least I didn’t turn into a hermit
but I’ve been growing out my hair
and chanting in between fastings

I wasn’t supposed to win
but my dream will tell me otherwise



june two thousand seventeen
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Internet of things


the Internet is close to breaking
out of its shell
releasing a super new version
that is bound to blow your mind

how far this Internet of things
can take us all
is limited only by our imagination
whether it be reaching new worlds
or blowing up this one
as we know it



june two thousand seventeen
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Twilight Zone


I’ve always wondered what would happen
if I drew back the red curtain
would there really be a stage for me
to embrace and be myself
or would it just be a wall
rusty red and falling apart

but that’s another story to be told some day
when the last thing you care to know
is how the messenger had been cheated

there are no bullets to be found anywhere
but the gun is still warm
talk is cheap but there is plenty of it
perpetuating rumors of manslaughter

police helicopters pretend to be beacons
but night is already day and they are useless
easy targets for anyone from the madhouse
to take them down one by one



june two thousand seventeen
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Author’s Note:
This poem is loosely based on the
song of the same name by Golden Earring

it’s never too late


I’ve found myself so many times
it’s hard imagining finding myself again


in the garden everyone feasts
the bird
the butterfly
the rodent and the worm
insects and felines and canines
stamens and pistils
day lilies and night owls
tree limbs and branches hanging fruit
angels and devils and humans
shoving shovels into the ground
stirring and spawning new life

meanwhile the sun and moon
(and the season known as spring)
continue to operate like a heartbeat



june two thousand seventeen
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the big chase


there are too many questions and not
enough answers
but one day that will all change

you cannot determine your final demise
and it would be foolish to try
it might be best not to think about the chicken
or egg while crossing any particular
milestone or county line

maybe money makes it all better
but then again probably not
may in fact ultimately complicate things
blind innocence enticed by quiet greed

there is this great chase as big or bigger
than anything revolving in the universe
and there you are
in the thick of things
finally getting answers



may two thousand seventeen
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