poetry by j matthew waters

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they sent her son to mars

it’s a self fulfilling story
or so the prophets say
the prince’s son
sent to the planet mars
to settle a dispute

a mission doomed
from the very start
the prince’s son
murdered en route
via his majesty’s consort

empires come & go
but this breakaway ploy
by the prince’s son
likely opens the door
to the next millennium

september two thousand twenty-two
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the wisdom that is Bob

I heard they were selling tickets to Mars
down at the corner of Oak and Divisadero
but by the time I got wind of what was
going down it was too late
the little bastards were all sold out

soon thereafter I was relating my
disappointment to Bob over a few beers
and a few shots down at The Page

meanwhile on the big screen Giants
score ten plus runs in the fourth
off the Met’s lefty starter
the scattered-brained afternoon crowd
going just a little bit too ballistic

you know old boy
(Bob goes on to say)
there are no tickets to Mars
it’s just some punk rock concert

yes I say in between swigs
whatever you say Bob

august two thousand twenty-two
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Off to Mars

There is loneliness in your words
but your vocal chords
tell me otherwise

I swear you’re one of me
a scorpio without a doubt
but you insist on saying otherwise
refusing to show me
your driver’s license or caller ID

Oh but that was so long ago
in a world that barely existed
how we refused to face the music when
we danced alone
hundreds surrounding us

We are like Lily and Bee
having come this far
nothing to sacrifice

july two thousand seventeen
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one day there will be rock concerts on Mars

they bought all the tickets they
could get their hands on
because living out their lives
in unfamiliar venues
felt like being out-of-body

they preferred one-way tickets
because it added
to the excitement of possibly
never coming back
whether cruising across the country
or sailing beyond the far side

april two thousand sixteen
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rocket science

i keep wondering about the
rover on the planet mars
and the guy with the joystick
guiding it around during
daylight hours
telling it where to dig
and using tools at his disposal
to turn a rock over on its side

imagine the look on his
face when he uncovers
the false side of a mountain
exposing a sophisticated
learning ground
where time-tested
ancient mariners develop
tomorrow’s space travelers

february two thousand thirteen
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