jdubqca

poetry by j matthew waters

chasing butterflies


it’s easy to write about the rain
when it’s raining

but during wartime what’s the point

if only they were dropping cats
& dogs out of the sky
we could catch them & find them
good homes

there’s no point in talking about
climate change
or those eighty kilometer an hour winds
moving bits of brick & mortar
down what used to be
a bustling street no matter
what the season

out in the fields a child
should be catching butterflies
using a net or her very own hands
—not drops of rain in a tin cup






march two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

a room full of shadows


from sunrise to sunset
the room accepts constant change
mostly affected by light
or lack thereof
by clouds & wind
& an occasional regret
at times full of shadows
altering the overall mood
—or the aura if you will
thoughts left unspoken
accepting any sort
of sounds
but mainly faint
noises from the outside


march two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

in the face of


what’s lost in translation
is the simple definition
of unconditional love
how it can never die
—at times with barely a heartbeat
can never be destroyed
not even in the face
of the fiercest conflagration


march two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

the off-white king


the writing on the wall
got whitewashed with an off-
white spray paint

perhaps it was eggshell white
or seashell or ivory

whatever the shade
the plastic king
relished in its singularity
declaring that which
was once considered
to be truth
only he could have
completely & utterly
cleaned the slate


march two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

daffodils of another color


on the last day of february
I saw daffodils abloom
in the woods

wanting nothing in return
they were there for the taking

I paused & for a moment
studied them in earnest
at their delicacy
& their modesty
proceeding to carry them with me
in mind only
throughout the remainder of the day


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

a truth lies hidden


cruel & unusual punishment
prevails more often
than one may imagine

while good news is often
buried in the sand
dirty laundry
is more than likely
aired out in broad daylight

somewhere the truth
lies hidden in the open
like an artifact
or soon-to-be souvenir


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

the art of letting go


we cannot be more sensitive to pleasure
without being more sensitive to pain

—Alan Watts

moving unmechanically
detached from anxiousness
as the attachment of physical
pleasure turns elusive
past concerns dissipate
and dissolve into nothingness

unnecessary repetitions
rarely advance the course
instead focus on destinations
far from evil spirits
that once plagued the senses

happiness cannot be held
nor grasped at
though by accepting
& appreciating surrender
may aid in understanding
how the poorest of spirits
carry no burden


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

deception


where did they go
those cunning demons disguised
as the sweetest little birds
softly waking you
from an early morning
midsummer dream
as if to say everything
will work itself out just fine
as long as you trust
in their ways






february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Sobriety


Mother Mary
why have you slipped
past the shadows
your once comforting voice
now a deafening silence
my calls for your
undivided attention
go unheeded

Now I find myself
wandering the fringes
of my own imagination
where iniquity
is free to roam
and the innocence
of my creation
drowns in isolation


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

implosion


the house of cards
holds everything
balance & power
and empty promises

the latter is a given
they could just as well
be broken or hollow
depending upon
the material structure
of the exterior

some say what’s inside
matters more
but when the outer shell
is made so easily
vulnerable
the reality of matter
may already be found
well beyond the kuiper belt






february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

inside the moon


the moon
was born hollow
as empty as the thoughts
of a dead man

there’s a reason
unknown to humans
why it does not spin
on its axis

but on the inside
an alien race
is hard at work
getting it back on track


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

undefinable


the hurt never goes away
it simply dissolves
into a vague or fleeting feeling
—one you can’t quite
put your finger on
like when trying to interpret
a painting on a wall
seemingly evolving
over the course of time


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

a little down time on a busy day


there’s a difference
between living in the past
and simply replaying it

more as an exercising
of the brain
than anything else
no longer interested in
keeping the demons

at bay long ago released
and left to their own
devices
some as far away as
Okinawa
others right down the street

memory is the epitome
of being human
—depending upon the light
of day the story always
changing
or simply tweaked
due to the circumstance
but always according to his
or her own gospel


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Ritalin


you were told the truth is one big lie
though you never much noticed
and then someone says
you might want to try something
like this

total recall will likely improve
like an an actor nailing his lines
especially once your working memory
reboots itself

inhibition too may take a back seat
blocking the recycling of dopamine
making yourself more accessible
to friends & strangers

but don’t be surprised if your athletic
performance is enhanced
such as running in circles
or fetching frisbees
from rooftops

and your undiagnosed
psychosis
like a rabbit in a hat
may magically disappear
once & for all

side effects such as overstimulation
or changes in cognition
will likely go unnoticed
not only to the public at large
but your very own ego
standing idly by in the shadows


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

harnessing dark energy


it resides right there inside your brain
a mini replica of the milky way
super-symmetrical
chaotic & orderly all at once
magically held together via dark matter
gravitationally pulling
your basic instincts
& emotional heartstrings
as if they’re companion stars
interacting within various degrees of light
generating ricocheting ideas
like renegade comets
racing at speeds unimaginable
vaporized trails of fire & ice
sparking logical & imaginative tangents
inside an ever-evolving mind


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

One and done


I did not pass the test of time
and soon found myself
back at the drawing table
studying the subject
from a different point of view
one in which I’d become
someone unrecognizable
making me wonder
what would have become of me
if I had managed to pass the test
on the very first try


february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Post Navigation