poetry by j matthew waters

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no thanks to the nazarene

nobody told me what was going on
but I was playing along
sitting in the rear
visualizing all the stations
right there on the wall

the last time I’d been here
I got sick for a month
experimented with oranges
and tangerines
cucumbers & strawberries
anything that could possibly
alter my state of mind

chocolate ice cream
baileys & irish whiskey
usually provided the greatest relief

this time I’m not going in
just zeroing in on those coming out
acting as if they’ve been
saved again
for the umpteenth time

july two thousand twenty-two
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judgment day

I opened up the text app
and swiftly texted with two thumbs

I just killed someone

while waiting for a reply
I checked the scores on my sports app

you didn’t
said the incoming text

I did
I texted back

I paused and lifted my eyes

first I thought and then I texted
you haven’t lived until you killed

I opened up the music app
and decided to listen to lennon sing
happiness is a warm gun

when the song ended I looked
around and noticed
I was no longer alone

soon to be judged by so many
I waited in silence for the
incoming wave of endless pings

april two thousand fourteen
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fat tuesday

it was a dreary afternoon
and the local parish priest
spent most of it in the box

i sat in a pew in the back
underneath the twelfth station
narrowing my bloodshot eyes
and focusing on the pain
in my hands and feet

i lost count the number of times
the confessional door
swung open and shut
and i imagined none of the sinners
could hold a candle to what troubled
my criminal mind

when the lights turned dim
i delivered my own penance
and ventured back home
under the bridge
in the punishing rain

march two thousand thirteen
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