poetry by j matthew waters

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the protégé

michael fancies himself
a philosopher
but the problem is
he’s got no skin in the game

he’s never seen
hundreds of blooms
in anyone’s garden
let alone
inside his own fantasies

how is it he speaks
of the seasons
constantly changing
without ever realizing
what’s it’s like
having to abandon beauty

michael’s supposed
to be my protégé
an impossible relationship
if there ever was one
and already it seems
he’s already seen
twice or thrice
and possibly much more
than my own modest experience
could possibly absorb

june two thousand twenty-two
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all rights reserved

sixty minutes

I turn on the television and catch
this eighty-something say how “they”
saved millions of lives by having
people cease smoking

(of course I assumed he was
talking about cigarettes)

he was quite proud of himself
going on to say how good he feels
when looking in the mirror

of course I took what he had
to say out of context
(and nearly contemptuously)
certain that jesus would have
handled himself entirely differently

april two thousand seventeen
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all rights reserved

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