I’ve been told people
are really starting to listen
but I don’t buy it
not in a new york minute
in fact las vegas odds have it
those who actually practice the art
are ten times more likely
to be listening
to irrefutable gibberish
january two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
When I awoke
I was back in Dublin
for the second time in nine days
The first time I never got much of a look
other than the canal
and the suspension bridge
resembling a harp
I had planned on meeting Joyce
at the Gravity Bar
instead was swept away by all the tourists
and before I knew it
found myself blocks away
from The Liberties
Having bounced from here to there
I somehow landed in a pub
slash eatery
down the street
from the Google building
where an up & coming young gent
(with a Mediterranean accent & penchant
for rhyme & meter)
bought me a cool chocolately stout from Galway
In turn I handed him one of my chapbooks
which he quickly flipped
from one page to the next
before stopping cold on his own volition
june two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
at some point I will return
& nothing will be as it seemed
highway 52 has since turned green
all the way from cinnamon roll hill
past the flourishing hamlet of saint donut
the river still runs through everything
creating new veins along the way
mainly thanks to the passage of time
existing in the imagination
the rust on the rocks
have long dusted themselves off
& artificial creations
once made to be transparent
have returned to their original
peacock-like colors
september two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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