poetry by j matthew waters

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my best friend’s transformation

turns out my best friend
was a cartoon character all along
and it was only recently
he decided
to let everyone in on the revelation

having not seen him for decades
(except occasionally on television)
it was hard at first to accept

but the longer I processed
the information
the more believable it became

I decided to give him a call
to let it be known the last time we
got together
was nineteen seventy-nine
asking what are the odds
we’d ever get together again

it was a rhetorical question
but he answered it anyway
in a comical sort of way
that was impossible
for me to comprehend

june two thousand twenty-two
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operation curiosity

first thing in the morning
the stage will be set
and I will be the principal actor
lying flat on my back
waiting to be anesthetized

an ever growing crowd
quietly fills the twenty thousand
seats of the amphitheater
the acoustics so perfect
I can hear an infant sleeping

later I would be told
my heart was entirely exposed
entertaining all the spectators
by beating in perfect rhythm
in someone else’s hands

july two thousand twenty
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afternoon matinée circa 200 bc

they brought me onto stage
and explained to the
thousands of participants
seated in the open air theatre
exactly what it was
they were about to witness

young ones dressed in white
laid me down on the
table and calmed my fears
naturally deadening my body
before skilled surgeons
unveiled my open heart

november two thousand thirteen
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when time gets away

barely breathing
and unable to move
I imagine the sun
rising above
the endless hills

a simple incision
clears a path for a
laser-guided blade
to reshape my mind
and redefine my life

as I lay awakening
to blinding whiteness
the pain I once knew
vanished with time
that never existed

july two thousand thirteen
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purple heart

thoughts begin to falter
as my blood pressure
takes a sudden drop

helicopter blades cut
into the dark night
racing toward the cross

on the ground miracle
workers scramble
to prepare the table

it’s gonna be all right
someone told me
is all that i remember

january two thousand thirteen
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all rights reserved

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