poetry by j matthew waters

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a private conversation

where do you go in that mind of yours
when you are nowhere to be found

what triggers do you keep in your pocket
that nobody knows about

those poems you used to write inside
virtual greasy spoons
they’re plastered now
nearly everywhere
giving inspiration to all things living

I swear I found you more than twice
walking the streets at midnight
blinders on either side

I begged you to take my hand
I swear I believed I could have saved you
but you heard nary a syllable
and reluctantly I turned away
listening to your very last words

september two thousand sixteen
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capital I is for me

this is my poetry the way I like it
and sometimes it’s just not good
or not nearly good enough
but it’s mine and I’ll stand beside it
the good along with the bad
the funny and serious and corny
left for dead in the city
or alive out in the country
jamming to the blues or rock and roll
those poetry gods gave me the freedom
to do whatever I like
including those floating butterfly verses
only I can call my own

can make me change anything
not one letter from a lower to upper case
or vice versa
because the way I wrote it
the first time
that’s how it was meant to be
and it makes no difference whether or not
it was the way it ought to be

november two thousand fourteen
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what’s stopping you

I cut you out of my life without
a tear or tantrum
freeing my mind from noise
that once crowded my thoughts
and dulled my senses
nearly leaving me motionless with
barely an original thought

over time a healing of sorts
reversed decades of
destructive habits
old impulses slowly replaced
by a voice discovering
its own truth
void of any outside influence

april two thousand fourteen
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architecting a house of cards

I look at pictures of people
from all across the world
and I see the look in their eyes
and say to myself
they are just like me

and then I am reminded
of a good friend
I’ve not seen in ages
who once told me
how much he admired
the individuality of my mind

from there I imagine
collective thoughts make up
the universe as we know it
and without me pinging
this particular poem
the whole thing could implode

june two thousand thirteen
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all rights reserved

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