poetry by j matthew waters

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body double

it’s midnight in london
and I’m unsure where I stand
in this shrinking world

I’ve discovered
someone is alleging to be me
and according to elon musk
nothing much can be done about it

back in america
[where the fake me likely resides]
the extreme weather is derailing
the economy & democracy
—while here in my lower level flat
it plays havoc w/my nervous system
as I consume illegal substances
advertised to rewire my failing memory

may two thousand twenty-three
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Untitled Document

They told me to sign here
but I refused

I refused to give them my blood
or my urine or my
social security number

Instead I stood in line
this imaginary line
drawn somewhere on the Internet
nobody could reach without possessing
proper credentials

When given a free pass
I knew there was no going back
and my virtual signature was certain
to never have existed

december two thousand thirteen
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protecting the witness

my innermost thoughts
became stolen and plastered
all over the web
my complex passwords compromised
for any novice hacker
to copy or cut and paste

within milliseconds
my childhood story went viral
via black and white videos
forcing me to step off the grid
and start a new life
as someone I once knew

july two thousand thirteen
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to catch a soul

I am trapped inside this virtual
world where judgments
are issued without warrant
and disenchanted encoders
sip on encrypted whiskey
while laughing silently

without notice shots of pain
stream down the sciatica river
where boys sit on rocks
and pretend to fish
with artificial bait
waiting to steal my soul

june two thousand thirteen
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Underground Games

I stayed under the radar so many years
battling wired demons in cyber alleyways
using keystroke shortcuts and ingenuity
to seek and destroy with a sword I call Sam.

Scaling the mountainous leaderboards
didn’t happen overnight but after a while
double agents offered me synthetic cocktails
and promises of money, women and fame.

When uncovering an unlocked window
to the castle of a fabled power broker
my newfound friends soon followed me
into the compromised vault of treasure.

Once inside my instincts sensed betrayal
and I transformed my key into Sam
the two of us eliminating the inferior threats
escaping with intentions of retiring this time.

july two thousand twelve
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all rights reserved

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