poetry by j matthew waters

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shelter in the city

an old top hat tumbles
down an urban alleyway
one gray wintry night
a single boot and smile
stopping it in its tracks

held beneath a streetlamp
scratches appear in the
faded charcoal felt
each crooked line a story
in and of itself

silvery lining holds imaginary
tales of happenstance
and midnight waltzes
murmuring like a seashell
untouched for centuries

gloveless fingers slide across
bent brim collecting
snowflakes and glances from
all the homeless eyes
seeking cover for the night

february two thousand fourteen
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if you can’t say anything nice

we went downtown
to have dinner at that fancy place
where you can eat outside
on the sidewalk
and observe the street traffic
and all the pretty people
and the pigeons
and bums
who live somewhere nearby

there were six of us
and I was probably the only one
who really didn’t want to eat outside
where the city’s best and worst would walk by
with their noses turned up
where street traffic with it’s unforgiving noise
emitted carbon vapors that drifted
past the sidewalk spotted with birdshit

I just sat there with a half smile on my face
drinking my drink through a straw
and twirling the umbrella stuck inside it
thinking it was best I not say anything
lest I’d spoil everybody’s fun

july two thousand thirteen
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for centuries the survivors
of the forgotten world
journeyed to the ancient city
to marvel at the concrete
and glass that once gave rise
to an infallible dream

unable to imagine
such destructive forces
the children picked wildflowers
growing from the ash
waving them in the air
pretending to surrender

january two thousand thirteen
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Inside the City

Inside the city thousands converge
on the open market regardless the weather
The allure is captured in historical relevance
where honest exchanges of trade and art
played out for centuries with civility

At the center of the square an acting troupe
dressed as traditional chess pieces
reenact the ‘56 match between Byrne and Fischer
the characters moving on the checkered stage
as commanded by the intelligentsia

Relaxing on a bench I breath in the city’s past
contemplate how its future could possibly change
A block away a string quartet starts in on Mozart
compelling me to walk among the people
and toward yesterday’s perfection

april, two thousand twelve
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