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Mechanicsville


people used to live in Mechanicsville
but few would work there

how many people do you suppose
lived inside the city limits
shall I give you a hint
a clue
a factoid

what if I told you how many beds
were in Mechanicsville
would you believe me
would you even care

from Mechanicsville
there is a road that leads to the Interstate
mostly laid due south
with a zig & a zag in between
and one big-ass bend

what if I told you nobody lived there
that it was just an idea
mechanics bank & trust
mechanics public library
mechanics auto body


I bet you could get any kind of engine
fixed there
in Mechanicsville
get your air conditioner reconditioned
your lawn mower tuned up
maybe even your teeth cleaned

and what of the new water tower
how long will the old one keep standing
is it still in working order
or simply going to rust

is there still a mayor
an elementary school principal
volunteer firefighters
—are they still such a thing
now that both bridges
are impassable
and most
main street buildings
[smoldering]
ushering in the morning light





may two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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Ideology


The yankee & rebel keep fighting
ignoring the call for the common good
dictating their own marching orders


Pigs in dresses sporting red lipstick
at the county fair things go haywire
the yankee & rebel keep fighting

Hit & runs & other baseball games
nobody’s safe on the streets —thugs
dictating their own marching orders

New fake news & misinformation
spread from the darker to lighter web
the yankee & rebel keep fighting

Acrobats & gymnasts feigning death
big bad bulldogs & fat feral cats
dictating their own marching orders

Back to the future & back again
playing the race or injustice card
the yankee & rebel keep fighting
dictating their own marching orders





may two thousand twenty-three
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blissful indifference


last night I heard volcanoes are erupting
on three continents
but I didn’t bother to google which ones

and then this morning I saw some geyser
is spewing god knows what into outer space
from one of jupiter’s moons
but I didn’t bother to read which one

back in my little neck of the woods
not much seems to be happening
but I suppose if I dig hard enough
I’d uncover all kinds of dirt
I really rather not know about





may two thousand twenty-three
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body double


it’s midnight in london
and I’m unsure where I stand
in this shrinking world

I’ve discovered
someone is alleging to be me
and according to elon musk
nothing much can be done about it

back in america
[where the fake me likely resides]
the extreme weather is derailing
the economy & democracy
—while here in my lower level flat
it plays havoc w/my nervous system
as I consume illegal substances
advertised to rewire my failing memory





may two thousand twenty-three
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adrift inside the ether


A world of light
of dreams & strange intimacy
where music floats
and voices eventually follow
where pain & sorrow fade into the past
and joy is ever new





may two thousand twenty-three
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rewriting the history books


in america
natural born leaders have been replaced
by natural born killers

at a future date
historians may connect the dots
—the sublime correlation between the two
mapping the evolution from plymouth
to richmond
to the latest school shooting

students learning
all on their own
how the eradication of racism
is a moot point
as long as man & boy
continue to pursue the art of war





may two thousand twenty-three
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curfew


I know it’s late
but I don’t want to go home
—I call from a payphone
to say I’m on my way

the front door light is on
collecting inquisitive insects
too numerous to count

today I could use my voice
to turn off that damn light
but back then things were fairly simple
except for killing myself
just to get inside





may two thousand twenty-three
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middle of the twenty-first


the hit got through
another run scored
the boo birds came out
in full force
cageless & marching
to the concessions

from the jumbotron
[and for the third time]
they heard harry caray
singing his heart out
people swaying & pointing
toasting to the dude
some saying they thought
he was dead

it started as a day game
that never quite ended
the full moon high behind the clouds
street lights flickering
backup generators humming
keeping all hopes alive





may two thousand twenty-three
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under the microscope


at the university
on the campus called pentacrest
there is a valley & a dale
on one side of the river
—and just like a mirror
on the opposite side as well

it was the eighties
when the economy was shit
[or so I learned in jessup hall]
all the doomsday scenarios
leaving a pleasant taste on my palate

I remember walking up the hill
what seemed steeper than 45 degrees
keeping my head down
hauling a backpack full of books
telling myself I’m hiking on flat terrain

I always thought the eyes of the faces
would watch me with scrutiny
as if I was some sort of transplant
but in reality I was merely one of them
somehow surviving under the microscope





may two thousand twenty-three
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casualty


he was a number cruncher
hadn’t much time for cause & effect
[that is] until he started counting down the days

you see on theoretical paper
everything for him was black & white
—it’s where things added up with the help of
simple mathematics & determination
eventually becoming balanced
one way or the other

near the end the numbers went negative
underground so to speak
forcing him to change his ways
pursuing fractions of himself
inside newly discovered wormholes





may two thousand twenty-three
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celestial intelligence


you can only hope to outlive it
the system of the clouds
designed to wear you down
with or without shadows

a woman with wings
swoops near the surface & accelerates
back into the sky
—most likely she is not alone

how far they’ve traveled
is a matter of speculation
it’s as if they’ve been here before
the way they know
the terrain
the way they call your name

it’s never too late to change
they seem to be saying
coaxing you out of the cave
insinuating it’s safe again
to see the light of day






may two thousand twenty-three
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Greener on the other side


Dirty scientists
geoengineering the weather
in cahoots with dirty bureaucrats
double agents most likely

Slow burns on land & sea
north of 50 degrees latitude
dimming the lights
casting shadow puppets
embedded in the clouds

Once upon a time acid rain
was the talk of the town
has since decoded itself

Godzilla acting like a good guy
but in a constant state of retreat
losing to assault rifles
crafted & controlled by mere children

It’s just a matter of time
before the Ark
takes off
to Mars





may two thousand twenty-three
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the future is in color


a tightness of the chest
should be an alarm
unable to be turned off
no matter what you do

how do you ignore the pain
does it visit you in your dreams
taking the lead in reverse
memories crystal clear
—but in black & white





may two thousand twenty-three
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facing the edge


I pull to the side of the road
mainly out of curiosity

how am I to move
the injured marmot
to the side of the road

I don’t get out of the car
instead I look up at the sky
its eyes burning like death

I look away
as if losing a staring contest
with the sun

a vehicle drives by
and then another and another
a whole host of them
like well-equipped refugees

I take my cue from the marmot
[which has seemed to move on]
and proceed
against the grain





may two thousand twenty-three
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funk & wagnalls’ guide to poetry


experimenting w/punctuation
inside free verse poetry
inconsequential endeavors
having no easy answers
neither on this page
nor the next

some poets seem to have it
all figured out
juking & jiving
ducking & hiding
replacing one rhyme w/another
whether inside or out

there’s not much to think about
when your mind is going
twenty-four eleven
racing & replacing
long dashes & exclamation points
w/single solitary spaces





may two thousand twenty-three
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scrolling thru negatives


the proverbial power nap
do I awaken from death
yet again
or will this be
the last encore
I’ll ever perform

when I fell off the stage
they attempted
to resuscitate me
but it was too little too late
my vital signs
digressing
into a black hole

professionals
& amateurs alike
review their camera rolls
from various angles
saying my god
he stood right before me
& now like the wind
suddenly nondescript





may two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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