poetry by j matthew waters

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disorder in the house

just because
you’re seeing things
doesn’t mean bad things
are in the offing

the phone rings
& nobody’s there
a reminder of the time
you called a dead man

his voice haunts
you to this day
a larger than life
kind of barreling bravado
daring you sublimely
to leave a message

you tell yourself
what you’re seeing now
has nothing to do
with that voice
& everything to do
with somehow putting
your house in order

october two thousand twenty-two
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when north became south

you lost me when I wasn’t looking
like a silver dollar vanishing
via sleight of hand

when the poles switched
nearly everyone became displaced
like foreigners held
hostage inside their own homes

those less fortunate were
forced to learn a new language
whether it be spoken or not

in the city center they hung
disobedient juveniles
upside down by the ankles
shaking the contents from their britches
making all the little ones appear out of nowhere
like cockroaches scrambling on all six

march two thousand seventeen
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the machine

he consumed destruction
like it was sweet nectar
went on fifty year binges waging war
like there was no tomorrow
getting high on chaos
before receding into isolation
recuperating and retooling
just to do it all over again

if only his creator had programmed
his instincts differently
reigning in his selfish ways
of wasting resources
and repeatedly recessing
he could have produced
timeless masterpieces
that inspired a lasting peace

click here for youtube video

september two thousand twelve
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