poetry by j matthew waters

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the wayfarer’s son

there is nothing normal
going on here
or at least that’s what it seems
to any casual observer who might
happen to overtake this transport

it’s full speed ahead
zooming past all the rest stops
where people drink coffee and
talk about what it means to be human

every new place seems the same
so many sons and daughters
manipulated by promises
fading into the scenery
blending in with the unnoticed
and unmotivated
and/or heavily sedated

steering clear of deep dives
I swear to god (once again)
there are some things I don’t talk about
especially to perfect strangers
let alone myself

march two thousand seventeen
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as I turn off the light

the sun rises in the east
and there is no place to escape

time chases me in my sleep
forcing me into places I would
never dare enter otherwise

the sun dangling over my shoulder
I’m reminded I could be facing
something much worse
than my own shadow

the city streets are cold tonight
interminable winds whistling
past streetlights that never dim

october two thousand sixteen
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