poetry by j matthew waters

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hats off to the white rabbit

how shall he speak
this alter ego of yours
the white rabbit of your subconscious
residing in the underbelly
of your temporal existence

bespectacled & dressed
in trendy threads
he speaks in fits & starts
in a cockney accent no less
diverting any previous intentions

where they go from here
is anyone’s worst guess
the white rabbit on a winning run
telling you to blow on his paws
casting the dice into another world

january two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Underground Café

No wires needed here
just plant yourself
in a pod
plunge yourself in
fantastical worlds

Supersonic speeds
flash images
long ago
boarding upon
magic carpet rides

History repeats
on movie screens
living dead
pretend nothing
ever existed

One way tickets
turn into gold
down below
where white rabbits
introduce new holes

october two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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