poetry by j matthew waters

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painted desert for sale

I was short
& you gave me some leeway
we were halfway to chicago
when I said I couldn’t go on
I needed to stop whatever it
was we were doing
and try something else

so you pulled into the next oasis
and wished me good luck
my pockets stuffed with
electronic paper goods
& assorted memories

with nothing on the horizon
I sat in the common area
sipping on my free caffè latte
& studying all the faces
slowly beginning to realize
what I truly missed the most
was my painted desert

may two thousand twenty
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search party

mad scientists experiment with crash test beauties
self-driving cars fueled by all-powerful sunshine
speeding down mojave superhighway

once promising starlets now victims of trial and error
first degree texts erased by corrosive sand
blown away by bulging moon and desert winds

friends and relatives and drones search earth and sky
all signs of life and death seemingly nonexistent
as if nothing ever really happens here

april two thousand eighteen
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illusionary safe havens

bulleted cars crawl on desert road
headlamps shining
motors purring silently
powered by a sun
hidden past the dunes

old soldiers march in the rear
in light camouflage
carrying rifles and canteens
their breath visible while
chanting in the cool air

twenty thousand miles overhead
satellites pick up chatter and
transmit to the other side
resting comfortably
somewhere near the water

like a wine connoisseur
star-studded aficionados
select bombs from a list
packaged and activated
and released from a carrier

morning sun cast shadows
stretched across the desert
etching out new roads
and offering new hopes of
finding refuge near the red sea

october two thousand fifteen
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metallic storm

stars are brightest in the desert
and from there you can clearly
see the other worlds

beneath the sand the past lives on
beating shallow breathes and
awaiting the next impact

time travelers land without incident
collecting precious data
left behind by meteorites

full moon pushes old photographs
onto the new shoreline
giving rise to the possibility
that life somehow lived on

june two thousand fourteen
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