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poetry by j matthew waters

07 Feb 2022

Fait accompli


You run into it so many times a day
random thoughts inherited from the dead
uninterested in certain ponderings
the v-shaped flight of geese
rarely symmetrical
those big badass birds
capable of inflicting harm on
unsuspecting gods

Some stories are meant to change
needing a fresh voice
or begging for embellishment
but those incapable of change
man-made conventions
designed to pass the test of time
containing many great truths
& irreversible lies





february two thousand twenty-two
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06 Feb 2022

I dreamed all wars had ended


though these hills are not mine
they are a most welcomed sight
rolling like a surreal memory
reappearing any day or night

rolling hills unfold a colorful valley
introducing dreamlike coastlines
free from greed & corruption
and self-righteous shrines

all destruction’s been destroyed
replaced by acres of wildflowers
a newfound spirit rising with the sun
resurrected into a new age

this self-healing land will live on
long after warring sides vanish
bestowed to us by the almighty
this day forward ‘til kingdom come





february two thousand twenty-two
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05 Feb 2022

the dream of the wildflower


the fire burns
but does not warm
& I find myself
digressing past oblivion
that place where dreams
replace realistic scenes
ones you’ve not seen
since the start of the
previous season

it was a temporary life
these wildflowers
wrapping them in damp
breathable cloth &
transported with haste
a few precious petals
secured inside
heart-shaped boxes
all others transplanted





february two thousand twenty-two
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03 Feb 2022

three-fold invasion


the future arrived
a few short days ago
leaving scores scurrying
for new answers

at the pentacrest
arsonists & anarchists
met in the open air
bonfire attracting
the moths & the hungry

visitors circled above
in their hovercrafts
reminding anyone looking up
who was in charge

throughout the lands
cities burned & people fled
the guardians declaring
there was no place
to realistically hide

locals were reminded
by the visitors that the
best place to go
was that place called home

but the anarchists & the
arsonists had other ideas
opposite of the guardians’





february two thousand twenty-two
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02 Feb 2022

transformation


angel numbers are aplenty
appearing as close as
the new moon in aquarius
& as far away as pluto
the lord of destruction

it’s a perfect time to take
advantage of the twos
collect & stash them
if you’re willing & able
or before it’s too late





february two thousand twenty-two
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01 Feb 2022

suffocation


crocodile clouds give way
to elephants marching
slowly into the horizon

at times they’re suffocating
pulled down by gravity
& one hundred one kite flyers

catch & release is the game
unable to tame the wild
send them back with fire & fury

what comes around stays
for maybe an eternity
or until the next near extinction





february two thousand twenty-two
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31 Jan 2022

at one with the sea


who will remember the days
on the road
trying to get somewhere

a bridge from nowhere
leads to someone else’s stories
told & untold & retold again

at some point
I’ll remember not the last time
giving birth

it’s an unending cycle
the perennial rose
seemingly dead for decades
comes back to life
on a whim

meanwhile a little dirt
& a pithy memo
float freely inside a bottle





january two thousand twenty-two
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30 Jan 2022

nobody could go my bail


I’ve been lost before
so this time I’m taking it
all in stride
having recently arrived
in montgomery

this is not the first time
I’ve been down south
and once when I was there
I thought I’d never
make it back alive

history is not on our side
old friend
it seems this time
it’s damn near impossible
for anyone to save us





january two thousand twenty-two
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29 Jan 2022
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courtesy call


she doesn’t want to talk
I can relate
and the other one
can’t hear too well
& doesn’t understand me

it was a short conversation
and somewhat irrelevant
just checking in I say
as if I’ve nothing left to do

the night becomes quiet
a sneaky suspicion
comes & goes as it wishes
like a dormouse in the pantry

I keep telling myself
no news is good news
as long as the fire burns itself out
and the living
keep on breathing





january two thousand twenty-two
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28 Jan 2022

touch is a memory


going out on top
& coming to terms
w/who you were & what
you may become

touch is but a memory
best held in the sunlight
arm reaching toward the sky
& one eye open

cyan clouds & turquoise sea
smoke on the horizon
calling you to walk again
as if for the first time





january two thousand twenty-two
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27 Jan 2022

Alibi


I took him out I did
the one with the rich man’s gold
gave him the gun & buried the booty

It don’t matter which way the winds blow
the landscape constantly changing
go ask any old Sasquatch

What else is new
besides being on the run again
rolled up maps in my quiver
treasures in the southern hemisphere





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26 Jan 2022
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Blackhole


In the morning
everything is neat & tidy
a round of robins
hanging out in the pear tree

People on the outside
briefly look in but back off
the white light from within
intensifying into sudden darkness

Years later passersby
seem to take to the new windows
how they make
the manicured grass
take on a certain shade of green





january two thousand twenty-two
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25 Jan 2022

living doggedly in the present


the trick of the brain
differs from the trick of the soul
the former having to do
with mental calisthenics
the latter all about dreams

repetition goes a long way
toward mastering
the memory of dreams
always deep within
rarely showing their true colors

it is like a two-edged sword
this need for solving dreams
reliving past lives & futuristic skies
though seemingly forever
stuck in the present





january two thousand twenty-two
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24 Jan 2022

in the dead of winter


I’m on the fence again
like a crow at the county’s edge
contemplating his next move

winter lasts forever here
sunlight bouncing off the white carpet
and back into space

I’m not much for small talk
and the pace can’t get much slower
thoughts frozen in time

inside beside the burning fire
a notebook & sharpened pencils
whispering my name





january two thousand twenty-two
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23 Jan 2022

after sending men to the moon


yesterday I didn’t have the time
to work on any mysteries

the ones without any clues
like Seger used to write about

brand new songs coming of age
laying the foundation on

black vinyl & eight track tapes
single cassettes inside shirt pockets

the moon was already conquered
and all the stars resided in California

they’d all come out at night
and we would wish upon them

now fast forward to today
and nothing is what it seems

the world a colder place
bi-polar & increasingly disordered

the new normal more like paranormal
chances of surviving borderline





january two thousand twenty-two
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22 Jan 2022

on reforming a terrorist


she died as a homegrown terrorist
having succumbed
to the voices
inside her complicated mind

it wasn’t the first or last time
she’d have died
so violently
this time by way of chemicals
mixed precisely so

how she wished she had
a dying wish
something she’d learned about
throughout the centuries
but for some reason until now
never had a chance to express





january two thousand twenty-two
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