poetry by j matthew waters

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the anarchist’s daughter

I’ve lost my place in line
after grapefruit went out of season
walking back to the car
I hear people asking
sir are you alright

nobody’s around
but back in the back alley
boys & young men
cast lots for rocks
march off to their next ruling
& brutal execution

[how I know such things
is nobody’s business]

it’s almost always about who
not when or where
or even how
torture is torture
whether concealed by a shroud
or orchestrated in broad daylight

may two thousand twenty-three
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Portland burning

Look what you’ve left behind
my friend
your stuff scattered
in places you’ve never been
having gotten there either by accident
or intentionally delivered
by loved ones still standing

Last night in my dream
you were alive
and never better
rounding up the troops
and shouting out marching orders
your famous last words
it’s now or never my friends

december two thousand twenty-two
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heeding the call of anarchy

we could hear the bell tolling
clear like stars at midnight

but it was midday
and the sun was hotter
than it’s ever been
and the horses were in the barn
resting after having been run
all night long

I’m not going back out
I said to the others
and none of them answered back

it’s not that I’m quitting
I went on to say
opening the cellar door
it’s just that there are so few of us
and we are all in need of
filling our bellies

july two thousand seventeen
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godspeed to anarchy

they sat around the fire pit
on a saturday
downing amber ale
and getting high on sticky weed

midsummer stories ensued
as evening turned into night
and off in the distance
a freight train chugged along the river
slightly shaking the ground
and slowly picking up speed
past the corn sweetener plant

bottles were raised
and toasts were made
to hobos and train hopping
followed by wild ass guesses
as to the whereabouts
of their long lost buddy
who so many years ago
chose the obscure lifestyle
of a punk rock anarchist

july two thousand thirteen
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