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Four 20 Buzz Cut


It’s April 20 1985
and I’ve got nothing
to write home about

I’m down to less
than a few grams
separating sterile seeds
Budweiser serving tray
[purchased once upon a time
in Saint Louis Missouri]
positioned loosely on my lap

And now here I am
pretending I’m this hot
shot pharmacist
prescribing my own remedies
to whatever it is
that ails me

In the meanwhile
rock and roll music continues
to play on FM radio





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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breaking my fast


it’s good friday
and I’m thinking of downsizing
yet again
sell the place as is
and buy something with just
enough room
to keep my thoughts
all to myself

of course I’d donate
a closet full of clothing
and sell most of the furnishings
giving a tenth
of the proceeds
to the immaculate conception
that inner city sanctuary
renown for feeding
the hungry
and saying mass in spanish
every day at noon

there are plenty of other
crosses
I’m in need of bearing
thinking they may
lighten my overall penance
but for the moment
I’m content staying put
resting my eyes and
breaking bread
come daylight





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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reemergence


I’m seeing spots everywhere
as if I’m five years
old once again
older siblings
I’ve not seen in ages
walking about like white zombies

outside my window
drones disguised as hummingbirds
feed on information
gathering what they may and
zipping away
as quickly as they came

flashbacks return
like lightning striking twice
bringing me to my knees and leaving
me aghast
subconsciously wishing I was
never born again





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

vacationing in Colorado


I’m not going there
she said
can you please change the channel
there must be more to life
than current events
sapping all your energy

we had just sat down
at a local dispensary
having ordered two craft beers
and a bowl of purple sensimilla
the remote control to the TV
directly overhead
within arms reach

what about the Rockies game
I suggested
do you consider pro baseball
current events

that all depends upon who
they’re playing
she answered
not to mention how quickly this weed
will make me not care about anything





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

cardboard boxes and packing tape


this space is too much
it’s outgrown me
and unless I start leasing some of it out
to collegians or critters or such
I’m afraid it may do me in

sometimes the spaciousness
overwhelms me
and I find myself needing to get away
so I slip on my walking boots
hightail it to the nearest nature trail

while I’m away I sort things through
reconciling every single detail
needing to be minimized
my mind slowly becoming sharper
the longer I stay away





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

once there was a way


do not confuse my words with reality
they are conjured at night while my eyes
are rapidly interpreting current events
sometimes seizing the moment
like a champion in the ring
other times adrift at sea
neither lost nor found
but diligently tracking familiar stars
eventually finding my way back home





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

living on the blind side of the city


the more populated we become
the more dangerous are the streets
all kinds of people packing heat
be they good or bad or indifferent

I don’t own a gun and I’m beginning
to wonder if that’s a good idea
thinking the older I get
the more vulnerable I’ve become

please don’t get me wrong
even though it’s a sad state of affairs
many positive things are happening
inside cities both large and small

but in the meantime here I am
living in the present moment
pretending the problem isn’t mine
as I go about my daily life





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

push and pull


living in the present
yes I get that who doesn’t
taking in the sights and sounds
as if you’re seeing the world
around you each and every day
for the very first time

but alas what challenges
the present creates
especially when piecing
together past and future events
defining and redefining
perceptions and realities
not to mention those ever elusive
dream interpretations

so here you are sitting
at an outdoor cafe
alone or perhaps with a
real or imagined friend
living in the moment as they say
never pulling back or pushing forward
somehow knowing every single word
to every single song streaming
out into the open air





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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putting the band back together


I keep looking around
wondering when everyone
will wake up from the dead
and get back on with their lives

from what I understand
they’re still putting out live music
on streaming television
the kind where you can
stomp your feet and sing
right along with the band

weatherman says things
aren’t looking so bright
along the eastern shoreline
but we have our eyes cast
on the western horizon
where the sun perpetually sets

somehow we managed
to find ourselves on the same page
bags packed and fleet refueled
next stop isle of rhythm and blues





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

pretending to break free


self-imposed imprisonment
sometimes that’s the way to go
censoring yourself so to speak
all for the good of your own cause

high winds swept opened the gates
the dogies suddenly giving chase
out in the open and light on their hooves
far away from the slaughterhouse

for whatever reason you remained
shackled behind shuttered doors
digging into the dirt and burying
the same old bone time and again

having managed to escape the knife
you failed at living outside the box
tap tap tapping your own inner self
praying one day you’ll be heard





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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black hole earth


third world angels wrap themselves
around the loneliest of children
god ever placed on earth

they amble these ancient streets
and back alleys virtually unseen
admiring the crumbling architecture
as the children somehow fall fast asleep
jet fighters crisscrossing the frozen skies
reminding everyone that this time
nothing will be different

come daybreak birds sing and angels weep
opening their wings and knowing
in a naturally universal way
that this place in time
will be neither the first nor the last





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

drawing lines in the sand


with earth day fast approaching
how cannot images of
cosmic collisions cross my mind
planets spinning
dramatically out of control
elsewhere within the milky way

astrologically speaking
the local gods continue
to reconsider scientific law
the orion arm their local playground
occasionally bringing
mother nature to her knees





april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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