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not backing down


when’s the last time you heard
‘nothing will ever be the same’
a model axiomatic phrase
if there ever was one

now we are all wondering
when in the hell you’ll be leaving
because as much as we wanted you
to be here in the first place
now we do not

we were all taught not to back down
but now we are at a crossroads
having finally come to understand
you are simply passing through




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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living inside a bubble


she told me she felt sharp as a tack
I told her I felt the same way

hours since have gone by
and nothing has really changed
it was as if we were inside a bubble
and everything around us was beautiful

you know that the bubble is imaginary
she went on to say
and I told her that I know that it is
as I lie on my back
poking at it with my big toe




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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pulling the trigger


I’m not sure if I hear anything or not
lone sirens in the distance
somewhere a baby’s cry
a happy sparrow in the tina crab
I turn to look & there is nothing left

I’ve been down this road before
taking a right turn at the tee
plucking invisible clues along the way
a certain sound or maybe silence
triggering all sorts of memories




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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test driving on a friday night


I was poring over the google map
finger tracing past the sanctuary
and the prison
heading straight to bridge out road


we were seeing red
that’s for sure
going faster & longer than ever before
me gripping the wheel like a maniac
and you relaxed
in the passenger seat
drawing on a one-twenty cigarette
the hand-cranked window rolled down




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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the crucifixion


it’s electrical
the way the whole world lights up
that is until it does not


protestors with signs
walk the streets at night
chanting the world is ending
chanting the end is near

some of them feel cheated
others vindicated
a small minority honored
to be included in the end times
some of them wondering
if it will be like the snap of a finger
or a slow & painful death




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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courtesy of artificial intelligence


do not be afraid of returning
if that is what you want to do
snapping fingers & singing
hallelujah baby hallelujah
there is joyousness
in the physical & the beyond
a mysterious balance of
mind memory & cosmic fantasy
exclusively brought to you
via the next best artificial intelligence




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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wait ‘til tomorrow


I don’t think we want to take this road
from what I understand it goes straight down

or perhaps that’s exactly what we need
a thousand miles per hour descent
especially designed to take away our breath

having reached the penultimate destination
I can tell you the water from the tap
is very sweet to taste

I can tell you that the road
from this point forward offers anything
the mind can conjure




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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not today


listen
it’s how they start their sentences
as if I wasn’t planning on listening
in the first place

if I listen too closely
to your voice
I may lose my connection
with mother earth
so I’ll slightly let you in
as long as you don’t speak
too long or too loud

I reiterate I don’t want to lose
my connection
which is more important to me
than having to listen to the likes of you

but again you say listen
insisting your words be heard
as if they were somehow being censored
by some force beyond your control

as for me though I’m tired of talking
so don’t even bother listening to me
for I’ve nothing left to say
not today
not tomorrow
not ever




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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murder mystery in tel aviv


another missed opportunity
whatever the hell that means
obviously it wasn’t
supposed to happen

there is nothing to see here
whatever may have gone down
has moved on
like a violent storm
leaving you in awe but alive

I’ve become blown away
by the world around me
the one attempting
to tear me into jagged pieces
and box me up like I’m somebody
else’s latest & greatest challenge




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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living in interesting times


there is a divide
between how we got here
and whether a history
stained from the beginning
matters or not

how do you fix something
that’s always been broken
even though at the time
people believed
in what they were doing

living in interesting times
has become so passé
I want to start living
somewhere in the future




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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he only wanted to be a country boy


story after story
guns & knives & ideological hatred
I try to imagine a world without it

he always said he wanted
to be a country boy
but that’s not likely
once sentenced to thirty years

we keep killing
young ones at an alarming rate
whether by war or neglect or hunger
and those pushers behind bars
easily recycle misinformation




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

mass evacuations & caravans


the air became thinner than usual
as if it was ghosting right through me

last night a series of explosions
ripped through the city like a cat 5 tornado

for whatever reason I lost my sense of smell
back when we were crawling on highway 13

I’m reminded of the latest prophecy
that anything gas-powered will no longer work

come sunrise there was nothing but big sky
far from a metropolis that may or may not exist




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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living in fear or otherwise


talk to people without using words
paint them a picture instead
the heartless climbing stone walls
long in line getting permits to eat & drink
permits to seek & destroy and sail away

now you are telling your story
using gestures & wild wild sounds
making the floor tremble ever so slightly
making your unbelieving eyes see further
than they’ve ever seen before

this coming down to earth business
will one day come into play
but until then there is much unearthing to do
for what lies beneath the surface
is not as scary as you were led to believe




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

shopping on a saturday afternoon


look she said
followed by a bunch more words
I couldn’t tell you to this day
what they were

I was traveling way back at the time
back when I wore a batman
or superman cape
curious in otherworldly things
yet imperfectly insular

having returning to the streets
of san bernardino
I agree with her notions unwittingly

she rolls her eyes
giving me this one-of-a-kind smile
saying next time you better
take me with you
you know I’ve always wanted to go




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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while my stereo plays


c’mon man
let’s hit the streets
& see what kind of action
awaits us

now that the clocks
are ticking differently
we can change things up
and become someone
we are not

by day or by night
what lights up the sky
is one in the same
running or hiding on any
given hour
loving to be chased
dying to be shot at




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

my country tis of thee


I do not have a place
to call home
for I am but a visitor here
or so I’ve come to learn

I did not have a say
in how & where I landed
and I am well aware
this land that I occupy
belongs to someone else

there are many connections
yet to be made before moving on
desirous of making amends
with the true inheritors
of this bountiful land




march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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