poetry by j matthew waters

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that which awakens

you arise out of nothing but from a dream
the kind that wakes you up
a dream that starts out
innocently enough
moves along pleasantly from one idea to the next
but then a sudden turn of events
two children
two brothers
attending a professional baseball game
given enough leash by their parents
both reaching for a foul ball
arms stretching out over the concrete wall
leading down into the concourse
the two of them catching the ball together
grasping for dear life
fans cheering them on
but they’re leaning too far
momentum preventing them from stopping
from leaning too far
leaning too far and falling
holding desperately onto the ball

march two thousand eighteen
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undeliverable packages

we’re not expecting any fireworks
this year are we
she yells from the other room

(I think she’s talking to someone
on the goddamn phone again)

why in the hell are you asking about
fireworks I yell back
it’s only january for fuck’s sake

but it’s too late
the package has been delivered
and the driver has gotten away

it’s strange how silence
can be so deafening

it’s difficult to fall into a deep sleep
eyes routinely blinking
like an old film projector
telling silent stories

eventually the movie ends
usually in a whimper
and I slowly reach consciousness
only to discover the time of day

it’s four a.m. and
somewhere I hear a mother crying

january two thousand seventeen
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sometime before the sun

I awoke violently
as if someone had grabbed my
shoulders and shook me
with all their might

Gasping for breath
as if dying or coming to life
I recall striving to push my imagination
from beneath the surface
out-chasing the nightmare
that is the unborn

Within the darkness
I hushed myself back to sleep
pretending nothing
ever happened to the sun

december two thousand thirteen
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never-ending is the night

visions arrive in feverish shapes
testing my sanity
in a darkness protected from a
cold november rain

flashes of restlessness appear
out of no where
reminding me of a dogged past
certain to hound me again

voiceless visitors with a certain
je ne sais quoi
talk me into believing
this night will never end

november two thousand thirteen
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to your rescue

i saw the fear in your eyes
coming straight at me
in a paralyzing dream
leaving me forever afraid
to call out your name
in the dark of the night
as i lay shivering
and dripping wet
wondering if my lovely angel
had gone to your rescue

november two thousand twelve
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The Last Bullet

The last bullet
was intended for me
came out of nowhere
like a flash of light
its irresistible spin traveling
some two thousand miles per second
much faster than my mind
could comprehend

The last bullet
remained lodged
in my brain until the day came
when I could no longer believe
I had beat it
could no longer replay in slow motion
how it had arrived there
night after night

march, two thousand twelve
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