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poetry by j matthew waters

03 Dec 2013
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in search of la niña


we took the long road
to the top of the island
believing by the time we got back
to the ocean
your father would be gone

pausing along the way
we listened to the distant waves
while lying on our backs
nibbling on treats and
pretending the clouds
flew like pink elephants

the rhythm of the water
slowly put us to sleep
our dreams commingling
as your father’s footfalls
echoed ever closer


december two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Dreams, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , ,
02 Dec 2013
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Untitled Document


They told me to sign here
but I refused

I refused to give them my blood
or my urine or my
social security number

Instead I stood in line
this imaginary line
drawn somewhere on the Internet
nobody could reach without possessing
proper credentials

When given a free pass
I knew there was no going back
and my virtual signature was certain
to never have existed


december two thousand thirteen
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01 Dec 2013
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lonesome is the night


out of the blue melancholy
wrapped her arms around me
and held me close
whispering sad songs
and wiping away the tears
that formed from the
corners of my mind

she slowly swayed me
encouraging me to hush
painted pictures of the
moon and stars with her
deceiving voice
expressing how precious
and lonesome is the night


december two thousand thirteen
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30 Nov 2013

before the wall is smashed


we listened to pink floyd
all afternoon
before settling on watching the wall

neither sunlight nor lightning
could penetrate the electronic den
stocked with essentials and
adorned with colorful matter
that shined on the four corner speakers
slightly exposing fellow clan members
relaxing on the supersectional
and loveseat
and futon
and pink bean bag chair

sometime before the wall is smashed
a pizza delivery boy arrives unannounced

swarmed by our open arms
we tear into his flesh
only to stitch him
back together
like some old rag doll



november two thousand thirteen
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28 Nov 2013
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in and out of reality


I crawled out of my skin
and curled into a ball
allowed the wind to kick me
down an endless winding road

along the way I witnessed
invisible claws dig
deep inside an open field
uncovering ancient treasures

as diamonds gradually
overwhelmed the sky
I unfurled my mind and
surrendered my spirit
to the next reality





november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , , , , ,
27 Nov 2013
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morning blue


I love to play the piccolo
just before the birds awaken

my own imagination
enters their waking dreams

before the song is over
and just as the sun starts to smile
trillions of feathers
usher in the morning blue




november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Birds, Micropoetry, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
24 Nov 2013
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inside the safe house


the neighboring kids
amassed their bikes
and wagons and scooters
and any other kind of steel
structure with or without wheels
piling them up across
a southside driveway

they stood behind their
improvised barricade
lifting toy weapons and fists
high into the air
screeching indecipherable
insults at an enemy
hiding behind mere curtains



november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
23 Nov 2013
11 Comments

1984


nobody cares about nineteen
eighty-four anymore

nobody seems to remember
how lovely the wine tasted
nor how the hash under glass
made the world such a
beautiful place

there is no rewinding
there is only nineteen eighty-four
when the world mushroomed
and there were no more
children to be born

some say the final war
brought lasting peace
to this world

but nobody can be sure


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Poetry, War Poems and tagged , , , ,
19 Nov 2013
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turn off the lights


off in the distance
fiery bodies pierce an
otherwise cold and dark night
sparking unnatural cries
inside the city

dormant firehouses
suddenly become mobile
spewing lights and noise
through once sleepy
narrow avenues

earthen black holes
welcome life and death
mixing fear with hope
and giving mystery
a brand new meaning


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , ,
18 Nov 2013
10 Comments

keeping it copacetic


you just don’t get it
do you
she says
unwrapping a stick of
frozen butter on the counter

no I don’t
I think to myself
but all I can say out loud is
‘what?’

and don’t give me that
what the fuck are you talking about
face
I don’t wanna see that

I don’t wanna see that either I say

see what she says

that
what the fuck are you talking about
face

very funny
she says
sterling silver knife in hand



november two thousand thirteen
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17 Nov 2013
10 Comments

never-ending is the night


visions arrive in feverish shapes
testing my sanity
in a darkness protected from a
cold november rain

flashes of restlessness appear
out of no where
reminding me of a dogged past
certain to hound me again

voiceless visitors with a certain
je ne sais quoi
talk me into believing
this night will never end


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , ,
16 Nov 2013
4 Comments

little piggy


he practices his complaints
before entering the store
knowing full well
he will leave unsatisfied

the return desk at his back
he mutters underneath his breath
a receipt and a little credit
tucked inside his fanny pack

on the way home he stops at
wendy’s for a bacon cheeseburger
then after a while reminds himself
he’s got changes to make


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Animals, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,
14 Nov 2013
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take the money and run


they told me to take the hush money
said they wanted me to forget
all about the aliens
I met at the tropicana

aliens I repeated
I thought they were mexicans
disguised as cubans
dropping into vegas
by way of area fifty-one

it’s a bundle they said
go ahead and count it if you like
but there’s fifty grand there

immediately I imagined
I’d never see them aliens again
then wondered
if the money was any good


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Aliens, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , ,
12 Nov 2013
6 Comments

Long Lost Friends


I didn’t make the bed.

I meant to take the dog for a walk.

I forgot to take the garbage out.

When I went to the store to buy some milk
and bread I ended up spending
all my money on lottery tickets.

I was late for work again and they promptly
fired me.

Years went by and I forgot everyone’s birthday.

I couldn’t afford to pay the rent so out the door I went.

I found a new world living below the surface.

I lost my dog.

As I walked the sunken streets at night
I came to realize not even death wanted me.


november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , ,
11 Nov 2013
4 Comments

where does it stop


in pregnant fields
tractors with high beams
gobble up grain in the dark
turning golden ground into
piles of dirt

cereal-mobiles rumble
on gravel roads carved
through ever-swollen hills
fueled by ethanol and
kicking up dirt

rolling stock races
for the eastern seaboard
destined for distant lands
where little bluebirds
play in dirt



november two thousand thirteen
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10 Nov 2013
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three day weekend


she left her stockings hanging
in the shower
leading me to believe
she would be back

but I knew she wouldn’t be back

there wasn’t much food
left in the house
but I didn’t feel much like
eating anyway

after a few days
I talked myself into believing
they were just a gift
so I tucked them away
somewhere she might find them

november two thousand thirteen
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