poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “senseless”


world is broken in so many ways
though weapons are working
perfectly fine
precisely hitting
ordinary targets deemed
to be harboring
neither aspiration nor dream

we’ve heard this story retold
ad nauseam
seen it played out in theater
(time and again)
two-bit actors slaughtering
their lines as directed by
apocalyptic producers
feeding on senselessness

july two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved


the drawing pencils
were in perfect shape
all sharpened just once
or twice and neatly
kept in their cardboard box

after midnight i found them
scattered on the drawing table
some worn down to the nub
others snapped in half
all terrorized by chance

july two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Post Navigation

%d bloggers like this: