poetry by j matthew waters

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many a madman

the war rages on but there’s no telling
which side is winning
no telling precisely who’s the enemy

I’m too old to fight I tell the tin soldier
glued atop my dashboard
attempting to persuade me
to uncover my weapons
buried beneath the floorboards

I tell him I’ve long abandoned my post
and refuse to fight for anyone but me
ditching the ideals of many a madman
instead giving chase to a setting sun
slowly fading into pacified waves

august two thousand nineteen
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madmen and gravediggers

while giant sleeps talking heads
project his awakening
questioning las vegas odds telling the world
it’s not going to be anytime soon

meanwhile there are no magic fixes
for natural and manmade injustices
dished out wickedly and
allegedly randomly
broadcasted real-time ad nauseum

and so it seems the world is ruled
by madmen and gravediggers
feeding off their own gruesome stories
daring the world to take them out
one sleeping giant at a time

september two thousand seventeen
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only madmen shoot at the moon

in the middle of the afternoon
the lights went out in the city
and all the people
filed out into the street from the skyscrapers
and candy stores
and barber shops
and taverns
quiet as kindergarteners on a fire drill

it was like the calm before the storm
as the full moon
performed its magic
only this time
as it slowly penetrated into the light
it was shot down
by a thousand arrows
launched from within the earth

march two thousand thirteen
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