21 September 2009 • 9:20 pm 0
she notices
the men who
turn their heads
just in time
the ones who look
but don’t want
to be obvious
trying to be
cool
but she
catches them
anyway
often sees
heads moving
to the left
or right
as if
they were
only observing
the room
the one
they’ve been
sitting in
for hours now
funny
how that
keeps happening
(D. James)
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9 September 2009 • 4:22 pm 0
where are
the hula girls
and the umbrella drinks
the smoke-filled
club
with the little
tables
and white linen
it already happened
born too late
the party moved on
damn I hate that
(D. James)
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8 September 2009 • 1:41 am 0
waiting
for the keys
to speak
why don’t they
type something
must I do
everything
around here
I thought
this writing thing
would be easier
people talk about
poems that write
themselves
where can I
get me
one of those
they promised
life would be
more fun
on a Mac
but I still
have to do
all the damn thinking
(D. James)
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1 September 2009 • 7:30 pm 0
autumn …
things begin
to die
the start
before the start
of next spring
the end
of this
the beginning
of that
life
is
a
circle
a cycle,
there are
no straight lines
which may be why
it feels as if
we’ve been here before
(D. James)
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22 July 2009 • 4:02 pm 0
19 July 2009 • 5:38 pm 0
whatever I take
to bed
I wake up with
whatever is in
my head
I deal with
whatever it is
I’ve said
I have to
live with
and whatever happens
after I’m dead
I will have to
end with
(D. James)
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16 July 2009 • 3:37 pm 1
Another time
in another city
when I was
someone else
And she
she asked me
“what do you want?”
And I
I had no answer
Now here
in this town
I being me
and all things equal
She asks me
“what do you want?”
And I
I answer
“everything”
To which she
she has no reply
And I
I am left
wondering
why this question
keeps coming up
(D. James)
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12 July 2009 • 6:41 pm 0
exhausted
by talk
empty words
without action
said again
and again
until there is
nothing
but sound
like shadows
in fog
smoke and mirrors
leaving us
nowhere
with nothing
(D. James)
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15 June 2009 • 4:35 pm 1
12 June 2009 • 3:34 am 1
And I will
rip up the night
raise hell
for the hell of it
ride until the
road rolls up
behind me
until my tires
burn off the rims
and the sun
comes up to
stop me
dead
in my tracks
(D. James)
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8 June 2009 • 7:14 pm 1
why
is the word
try
in poetry
is it because
it is
at times
a trying task
or because
we try
and try again
to write
a good one
perhaps
you should try
and let me know
what you find
(D. James)
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3 June 2009 • 4:26 pm 0
29 May 2009 • 4:57 pm 0
we retreat
to opposing
corners
lick our
wounds
meet again
somewhere
in the middle
fight it out
all over again
both of us
defensive
trying to be
right
both of us
losing
looking
for a way
out
(D. James)
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27 May 2009 • 4:59 pm 0
this night passes
through me
like a black
knife
no way
around it
I must
stay up
’til dawn
breaks me
only then
will I fall
to sleep
(D. James)
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25 May 2009 • 4:18 pm 0
I hold tight
the reigns
and like Atlas
with the world
on his shoulders
I struggle
and raise hell
above my head
to find my
flat blackened soul
laid bare
would if I could
pick it up
but I’ve not
a hand to spare
(D. James)
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22 May 2009 • 4:55 pm 1
when we were young
we talked, naively
about being older
because that’s
all we wanted
when we were older
we talked, longingly
about being young
because that’s
all we wanted
when we’re
dead
will we talk, knowingly
about being alive?
or will we finally
be content
with where we are?
(D. James)
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20 May 2009 • 4:00 pm 1
to write something
of import
just once
a line
truer
than the truth
that makes
someone
think twice
pierces
their heart
it may be
in me yet
have to keep
searching
keep writing
to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment
(D. James)
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18 May 2009 • 4:50 pm 0
a mess here
a mess there
little piles
of my life
laid out
on the floor
and I wonder
sometimes
what is it
all for?
(D. James)
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15 May 2009 • 4:45 pm 1
spent the night
on the surface
of sleep
worrying about
my own
self interest
come the morning
hungry, ornery
horny, and angry
there was
nothing to do
but fight
maybe I’m not
cut out
for this
relationship thing
(D. James)
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13 May 2009 • 4:36 pm 0
come to me now
in the dead
of night
so that I might
hold you tight
come to me now
let me whisper
in your ear
and feel you near
knowing no fear
come to me now
so I can touch
your skin
let me drink
you in like raw gin
make me believe
in a god
and heaven
and all the angels
who sing
crush me
with your look
silence me
in a kiss
hold me
until the sun rises
and tomorrow comes
like sweet pain
(D. James)
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11 May 2009 • 4:30 pm 1
6 May 2009 • 3:48 pm 0
sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts
come morning
they were still there
in a chair
by the bed
pulled them on
with my jeans
wore them
all damn day
till they
wore me out
sat up
half the night
with unhappy thought
determined that
in the morning
they’d be gone
moved the chair
into the kitchen
just in case
(D. James)
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29 April 2009 • 9:17 am 0
Stayed online
all night long
Wrote down a few
words
But can’t tell me
a damn thing
Cause I
know it all
and nothing
nothing
nothing
at the same
time
(D. James)
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23 April 2009 • 4:27 pm 0
17 April 2009 • 4:36 pm 0
There is the road
and then there is
the trip we take
on it
There is the sky
and the bird
that flies
There is the water
and the whale
There is fire
and smoke
Those who live
and them
that die
Questions
and even
some answers
(D. James)
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15 April 2009 • 5:03 pm 0
can’t write my way
out of this
tomorrow
brings more
of the same
like a rat
on a wheel
being aware
doesn’t seem
to make it
any easier
though I keep
hope alive
(D. James)
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13 April 2009 • 5:00 pm 0
In a struggle
of the mind
wanting to make
it out to be more
than it is
just a bunch
of thought
none of it
true
or all that
powerful
except when
I make it so
and so often
I do
more thought
doesn’t solve
anything
only action
gets me
out of my head
and into
the world
(D. James)
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9 April 2009 • 11:00 am 0
having thoughts
about thoughts
that I thought up
last night
thoughts I’ve thought
a long time
new thoughts think
the old ones should
make room
but the old thoughts
think they know best
then there’s the thought
that all this thinking
isn’t getting us anywhere
I don’t even know
what to think
about that
(D. James)
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