poetry by j matthew waters

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It’s my island

It’s wise not to force anything
but sometimes you have to go with your gut
cut your losses and move on

This place isn’t for me anymore
sleepwalking by day and
scrambling for words at night
giving the nod to asinine ideas
paying at the pump
ordering groceries on the cloud
drinking craft beer at overpriced taprooms

With google maps or better yet
google satellite
you can go just about anywhere anytime
like the streets of Malta for example
where you can find a flat for
500 pounds a month
where all you need are
polaroid sunglasses and camera
sandals for your feet
a single speed bicycle
and an Internet connection
to check on your brokerage account

march two thousand eighteen
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simple island

it doesn’t matter what you think
just like it matters not which way I turn
just as long as the confluence of influence
doesn’t intersect anywhere near
this dusty highway bridge

this way leads to my island
shared by a selective group of misfits
who understand on a higher level
what it’s like to thrive off the beaten path
and stay happily and simply hidden

march two thousand fourteen
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in search of la niña

we took the long road
to the top of the island
believing by the time we got back
to the ocean
your father would be gone

pausing along the way
we listened to the distant waves
while lying on our backs
nibbling on treats and
pretending the clouds
flew like pink elephants

the rhythm of the water
slowly put us to sleep
our dreams commingling
as your father’s footfalls
echoed ever closer

december two thousand thirteen
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