poetry by j matthew waters

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Billie Jean

She’s flashing blue now
that should tell me a thing or two
instead leaves me questioning
why the color blue

First & foremost she’s good to go
she of course a fine device
a slim machine conjoined to the wall
by a simple lifeline

Secondly & likely lastly
she’s bound to change her mind
and consequently the world
solar flares & electrical surges
turning her sublime eyes from
subtle blue to crimson red

january two thousand twenty-one
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mind over body spirit

there’s a ghost in every machine
and the smarter the machine becomes
the more dangerous the ghost

december two thousand twenty
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lord of my machines

he took the microphone
and introduced himself
men without souls below him
fists raising and voices cheering
redefining their short-lived lives
chanting ingrained mantras

he convinced them they are
more than mere machines
destined to find praise and glory
long after the killing is done

january two thousand fifteen
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the machine

he consumed destruction
like it was sweet nectar
went on fifty year binges waging war
like there was no tomorrow
getting high on chaos
before receding into isolation
recuperating and retooling
just to do it all over again

if only his creator had programmed
his instincts differently
reigning in his selfish ways
of wasting resources
and repeatedly recessing
he could have produced
timeless masterpieces
that inspired a lasting peace

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september two thousand twelve
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