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poetry by j matthew waters

27 Jun 2021
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pardon me


Thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from
The burdens of the planet earth
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
—Brandon Boyd

it’s getting late
I’ve not a single thing to say
except perhaps
I’m thinking of bursting
into flames

maybe I’ve been listening
to the wrong voices
as of late
but for some reason
they seem to make
more sense
than anyone else

I’ve not seen the moon
for days on end
yet the ground is dry
& the air is stagnant
I look at my hands
and repeat to myself
these are not mine

it’s getting late
& I’ve gathered all the
combustibles I could find
now is the time
to give these fireflies
a show of their lifetime




june two thousand twenty-one
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26 Jun 2021

reversing the future course of events


I’m done counting my blessings
you see there’s nothing left
I’ve bundled them into packages
& shipped them off to those
who need them more than me

I just gave my last interview
did my best not to say
I don’t give a shit anymore
was quick to bite my tongue
instead talked about the children

needing more than ever before
how without the blessings
they’re destined to become
something we’ve never seen
in all of human history




june two thousand twenty-one
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25 Jun 2021

like open doors


I used to belong in a certain space
until I was told to move on

nobody said anything in so many words

it’s funny how sometimes your shadow
precedes you
giving you a vantage point
you wish you never had

but the fact remains the sunset
mends the darker side of yourself
allowing a brief perspective
into how things could have been

at some point you no longer feel lost
no longer feel dead
the world spinning faster than before
more real
than you could have imagined




june two thousand twenty-one
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24 Jun 2021
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final resting place


this ranch is for sale
the one just outside the city
the one I told myself I’d
buy in a heartbeat
if it ever went on the market

I can see myself dying there
I easily convince myself
surrounded by apple trees
and two or three horses
grazing on grasses
bushes & other leafy greens

I’ll find this shady spot
where I can dig the entire summer
my final resting place
I tell my younger daughter
when she comes to visit
for the very last time




june two thousand twenty-one
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23 Jun 2021

rhetorically speaking


I’ve always believed in karma
and so have you
explain to me what’s keeping
us continuously separated
like two birds passing in opposite
directions in broad daylight

the sidewalk has plenty of chalk
simple designs
like hopscotch & rainbows
leading to more complex shapes
familiar faces laughing & crying
open arms reaching out

you say we need to return
back to where it all began
of course I answer
is it even possible
realizing the whole world
has become rhetorical




june two thousand twenty-one
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22 Jun 2021
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somebody else


fleeting beauty
always in fashion
coming and going
at her leisure
walking the thin line
between fact
and fiction
creating the rising sun
by reinventing
yesterday

somebody else
appears out of thin air
a grey ghost
or blue-eyed beauty
rising like the fog
or glorious sun
depending upon
what needs burning
and what needs
setting free




june two thousand twenty-one
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21 Jun 2021

all that remains


there is sadness in the air
a serpentine line of sorrow
bending further away
from the front door

it will take hours before
all emotions abstractly implode
the long line subtracting
piece by piece
until all that remains
is an empty space




june two thousand twenty-one
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20 Jun 2021
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waiting on monday


my head’s been out of the game
far too long
for example I don’t even know
what day it is

sometimes that’s okay
not knowing how much you got
left in the tank
or whether or not the market
ever returned to your favor

of course the markets are closed
on sundays
that much I suddenly remember
while charting the sky
on a cloudless night




june two thousand twenty-one
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19 Jun 2021
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daydreaming on father’s day


the boys didn’t care to fish
but the girls sure did
sporting baseball caps
& hooking their own wax worms

license & trout stamp
taped inside tackle box
[probably half my age]
we’d drive an hour or more
singing songs & retelling
bad jokes & tall tales

without question we’d catch
our legal limit
it was merely a matter of time
working the cold water stream
shaded by elms
talking in whispers
& practicing our patience




june two thousand twenty-one
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18 Jun 2021

yesterday


do you remember
    of course I do
like it was yesterday

the only problem is
    yesterday
doesn’t exist anymore

I wanted to read
    some poetry
but lost my glasses

you had them yesterday
    is what she told me
smiling & walking away




june two thousand twenty-one
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17 Jun 2021

messing around with the tape recorder


I think this time we shall start
in the middle
letting the mechanisms
work in reverse for a while
before fast-forwarding
beyond death

how many names
will you recall
how many faces will you recognize
some distorted & some
in pristine condition
(on account of having died
so young)

keeping yourself in the center
[or the middle if you will]
does have its advantages
allowing the opportunity to learn
from past experiences
leaving the creative
& the motivated
to figure out the future
all for themselves




june two thousand twenty-one
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16 Jun 2021
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playground


where am I
everyday finding myself
in a new place
not a one of them
familiar

some places are cutting edge
others seemingly ancient
everywhere steadfast faces
taking to the imperfect streets
doing only what they know

silence follows
as evening turns to dusk
the heavens open
I am lost in thought
stargazing

always faraway like tomorrow
I practice patience & passion
eyes locked on the dark sky
believing I’ll awaken yet again
to this place I call playground




june two thousand twenty-one
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15 Jun 2021

not so breaking news


it’s no wonder people are suffering
from a great depression

it has little to do with the state of the economy
and more with the states of minds

instant gratification has gone by the wayside
replaced by a reality that it takes
a certain mental fortitude
to remain on top of your game

you don’t need a newspaper
to read the headlines
broadcasted daily loud & clear
by way of clouds high up in the sky

with school out for summer
kids duck & run & roll the dice
some winning & others losing
from neglect & abuse & forty-fives

and those incapable of fending
for themselves
fall behind in so many ways
far too many contributing
disturbing stories
overtaking the nightly news




june two thousand twenty-one
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14 Jun 2021
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the great commutation


this isn’t happening
we’re all just living inside
a stephen king novel

who needs conspiracies
when you’ve got bats
mating with humans
creating the genesis of a
multi-generational super race
later known to be called
the delta dominant

the vaccinated are like
workers bees
bowing to their queen
promising to keep the world
in working order
while the highest of the higher-ups
strategize & forever change
the end game




june two thousand twenty-one
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13 Jun 2021

break on through


a door closes another one opens
leaving you standing there
more concerned with what
you may have missed
rather than moving forward

you tell yourself there are flowers
behind the closed door
beautiful & bright & sporting
all the colors of the world

if you had only clipped them
before it was too late
you could have passed them on
to those you admire most

the only screams you hear
are from the inside
overwhelming the messages
streaming through the open door




june two thousand twenty-one
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12 Jun 2021
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Shadow


Welcome to the corner shop
called Shadow
its doors are always open
its prices reasonable

Spend the night if you wish
and travel back in time
find your primitive instincts
and marvel at your survival

Wind down the hallway
of yesterday and rediscover
the seat of creativity
guiding you toward the light

Accept the token Shadow
as you reenter reality
a reminder your inner child
comprehends eternity




june two thousand twenty-one
original written september two thousand eleven
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