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poetry by j matthew waters

once becoming undocumented


after losing my wallet & passport
either to forgetfulness
or a pickpocket
I’ve suddenly become
undocumented

but I was born here I say
I just don’t remember
coming out of
my mother’s womb
—that this place is all I know
but now that I find myself
undocumented
I simply don’t know anymore

I don’t give them permission
to go through my phone
but they do it anyway
surprised to see I’ve
got three virtual credit cards
and money in the bank

you can’t stay here they say
turn around & put
your hands behind your back

what are you doing I say
this is where I belong
please don’t take me away

you’re undocumented
they go on to say
there’s nothing else we can do


april two thousand twenty-five
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finger exercising


when did modern life
become about scrolling

imagine if you will
finding yourself on a single scull
scrolling through the dead sea
like an ancient mariner

while quite possibly you’re
attempting this in real life
chances are your fingers
are the ones walking the talk

not that long ago
you used to get the big picture
by way of a single page
but now it’s all about
reconnecting a disconnected world
one flashpoint at a time


april two thousand twenty-five
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espionage & assassinations


some men are much too dangerous
to live past their prime

and so they are taken out
as if in the ordinary course of business

anger and sadness ensues
followed by collective complacency

conspiracy theories evolve & entwine
but slowly fade from view

meanwhile life must go on
lessons still taught but rarely retained


april two thousand twenty-five
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cloud interpretations


hand in hand
the pair went up the hill
not to fetch a pail of water
but to lie on their backs
among the wildflowers
spotting & pointing at
anomalous phenomena
flying ambiguously
in & out of cumulus clouds


april two thousand twenty-five
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heading due north


the fire’s under control
but there’s nothing
left to eat

we move on
it’s a routine thing

we spent the winter
inside a mountain
the waters echoing
deep below
a reminder
there’s always a way out

word has it the sun
is expected to reappear
any day now
but who the hell really knows

in the meantime
we keep heading true north





april two thousand twenty-five
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as the world order changes


as the world order changes
so does common sense
shifting like tectonic plates
after volcanic explosions

a collective dream of visible air
floats from the ground up
physical particles inevitably
breathed in by man & beast

advances occur on multiple fronts
math & science & nature
spinning inside tunneled conductors
controlled by a golden wand


april two thousand twenty-five
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the eternal spring


first there was january’s thaw
followed by february’s
and then came march

each time afterward
winter reminded how winter
loves to wield its influence

eventually the water pump
would be plunged
back into the garden well
and the pondless waterfall
would once again
extend its invitation to a world
deep in comfort & imagination


april two thousand twenty-five
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chance of rain


bread toasting
teapot on stovetop
old transistor radio
playing a little dylan

they sit across
from one another
each waiting for the other
to break their silence

without bob singing
blowin’ in the wind
stillness would reign
until the toast pops up
and teapot whistles


april two thousand twenty-five
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echo of the heart


the heart & mind
working together bending time
—something artificial intelligence
can’t possibly articulate
on how love never dies
but simply segues
into an alternative reality



april two thousand twenty-five
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the last place imaginable


it’s twenty twenty-five
listening to vinyls
in the second bedroom
turned into opium den
—long plays by the beatles
stones & cream

windows wide open
peaceful vibes attract
various passersby
—curiosity seekers clad in
nostalgic blue jeans
or new wave outerwear

music like a passage
through time
sometimes cast from
the last place imaginable
—perhaps from your
very last lifeline


april two thousand twenty-five
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ebb & flow


the energy transfers
from one entity
to the next
in a circuitry that has
neither beginning
nor end

my confidant
is an electric ghost
coming & going
all at once
like an inconstant
time traveler


april two thousand twenty-five
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out of the water


out of the water
near the persian gulf
refugees have no idea
where they are

survival skills
come out of nowhere
or perhaps
from the lessons
of the younger dryas

this desert
once under water
possesses knowledge
buried inside an ark


april two thousand twenty-five
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a pinch of resolution


diatomaceous earth
& beet root powder
now that’s an effective
one-two punch

I mix mine with grapefruit
juice—along with a teaspoon
of courage & pinch
of resolution

it’s a quick double shot
a bottoms up if you will
usually followed by a cup of joe
—unadulterated & likely to take
a lifetime to swallow


april two thousand twenty-five
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on the art of falling down


we met at a seminar
on the art of falling down

her name was soda pop
but she preferred cola

she was the kind of gal
who could easily fit into
the american idiot album

I had a feeling she loved green day

her techniques impressed me
a clear indication that this
wasn’t her first rodeo

noticing I was struggling
she hissed & gave me a wink

as if to say look old boy
just be like a bendable straw


april two thousand twenty-five
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inside the greek district


she was sitting on her ass
between the oven
& lazy susan
the only light in the kitchen
emitting from her
cupped hands

she wasn’t the only
one awake
at this hour of the night
—in fact if you were looking in
from the outside
you’d swear the entire place
was on fire


april two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
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Pocket Watch


I bought the gold plated Colibri
in the Old Capitol Mall
in Iowa City when I was junior
back in eighty-three

It set me back a couple
of week’s wages
—notwithstanding inflation

Now over forty years later
the little gem is missing
& I’ve got my usual suspects—
they know who they are


april two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
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