poetry by j matthew waters

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my maddening tipping point

all I hear are echoes anymore
echoes from anything making a sound
a blender in the kitchen
going round and round
its motor never quite leaving my mind
mixed in with machine guns going
competing with armies of lawn mowers
and battalions of snow blowers
while little bumblebees buzz around
alongside birds of every nation singing their songs
echoes of bed sheets entangled around
myself and a young woman I once knew
echoes of clock towers turning back time
with chimes ringing backwards
bringing forth a new century
that would eventually become
my maddening tipping point

august two thousand fifteen
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ultra echo

self-inflicted physical pain
is nothing compared to
once abandoned realities
appearing out of the thinnest of air
unfurling into razor-sharp focus
and leaving you crippled
and crying
and praying for the comfort
of that long lost world
inside a world
inside a world
inside a world

july two thousand thirteen
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all rights reserved

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