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poetry by j matthew waters

split second decisions


awakened in middle of night
iphone flashlight
shining on razor blade
and jump rope and
georgia peaches

walls surrounding
open windows
cushioning absorbent sounds
inviting walkers
and crawlers
anything flying
and/or broadcasting (around)

this is neither dream
nor exercise at exorcising demons
therefore a decision
must be made
and time is of the essence



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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under a microscope


wandering eyes drift toward faraway places
beyond the most restrictive boundaries
where all the gods’ offspring continuously
compete for your complete attention



august two thousand seventeen
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diary of a gravedigger


I have this cat in a bag with no intentions
of ever letting out
lest I be ridiculed or bullied about

it’s nothing remotely earth-shattering
but it’s private and I’ve
considered burying it one last time
but when opening the bag
he gives out this god-awful sound
that only a mother could love

of course I release him to the wild
praying we’ll meet up again
one day



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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I’ll have what she’s having


sex and drugs and rock n roll
depleted all my dopamine
but avocados and good night sleep
keep hopes alive for revival

dreams breathing shallowly
caught in shadows that barely move
needing a burst of starlight
to awaken adrenal and expose

black and white and all the greys
may not readily reminisce
for without increasing libido
so many struggle to coexist



july two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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author’s note:
“There are about 86 billion neurons in the human brain. They communicate with each other via brain chemicals called neurotransmitters. Dopamine is a major neurotransmitter that’s a key factor in motivation, productivity, and focus. It’s dopamine that provides the zest for life. Lifestyle habits, diet, and illness can deplete your dopamine, sapping the joy out of life. If you aren’t living life to the fullest, a low dopamine level may be the reason. There are many ways you can increase dopamine naturally.”

brighter than the day before


stories pass and songs are sung
little ones clinging to knees
apparently knowing the words

hungover and unable to cheer
with same voracity as just
a few hours before
there is this gradual awakening
like morning dew evaporating

they shut it down before I had the
chance to prove to anyone
I had already seen her face
flowers in hand and behind my back
brighter than the day before



july two thousand seventeen
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shutting down engines


there’s no use in trying to fight it
the future is destined to be
accept it with open arms and meld
a piece of it with your own hands

ancient tools still in use today
designed to assist in art and science
work at unlocking those strands
designed to seek and destroy

unraveling mysteries without clues
time travels with or without you
buckling you in when you cannot
and taking pictures along the way



july two thousand seventeen
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dysphemism


of course the aliens always love to come here
to commingle and make babies
and stop by the coffee shop to catch up on
all the latest goings-on

decades have passed before any radical
changes transpired transparently
subtle reminders that you are a mere
shadow of your former self

but those aliens they are an odd lot
they fit in so seamlessly
quietly stealing souls and trading
them in for a song and a dance



july two thousand seventeen
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january train


he said they knew the train was coming
but prayed it would never arrive

I said I always steer clear of tracks
especially on moonlit nights

sun’s power weakens like temporary
madness invading your sleep

one day if not the next memories
become fuel for locomotion



july two thousand seventeen
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hunger strike number two


she asked me to inspire her
but I was incapable
having become exhausted from a
fortnight of self-deprivation

you’re so boring she says
and I nod in agreement
anxious but not really
especially after agreeing
to give eating another try

I bought some grapes she said
but there are seeds in them
I hope you don’t mind

of course I mind I said to myself
for once beginning to understand
what it means not to be heard



july two thousand seventeen
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what’s on your hard drive


joseph had been missing for many
days and the sheriff told lois
mary was a person of interest

she kept insisting he had called
an uber driver the day before
to pick up their son in san salvador

but no such records ever existed
according to law enforcement
but law enforcement had nothing
to do with their predicament
that is being trapped inside
a jesus christ superstar song



july two thousand seventeen
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