Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Archive for May, 2007

3 a.m. black

Posted by D. James on 31 May 2007

Stifled by emotion
waiting for a word

If only they came
easily, as song to
a bird

I long for the morning
that will end this
terrible night

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Shadowcaster

Posted by sdoubinsky on 30 May 2007

It’s the time of the shadowcaster
when the streets are turning blue
and the sky becomes distant
He is frightening because
he can turn friends and lovers
into dark silhouettes
and make beauty transparent
but one should never forget
that he is the only one
who can turn
violence into whispers
and ugliness into mystery

EL SEBBO

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It’s not the heat …

Posted by D. James on 29 May 2007

The city sweats
sidewalks melt

The promise of
a squall falls short

People droop
in the humidity
that will not abate

It’s good to be home

(D. James)

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The awful truth

Posted by sdoubinsky on 28 May 2007

Some say
that sex
is better
than poetry
That’s wrong
Sex is
much better

EL SEBBO

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It’s never about what I think it’s about

Posted by D. James on 27 May 2007

Say one thing
mean another
think a third

How do we
communicate
when nothing
makes sense?

Unconscious animal
moving through
the day

Trying to find
meaning in
a word
a look
a gesture

Knowing there
is nothing I can do
to stop these random
inaccurate thoughts

From creeping
crawling
making themselves
known

But I keep thinking,
someday
all this will make
perfect sense …

Someday

(D. James)

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Perfume and cigarettes

Posted by sdoubinsky on 26 May 2007

There is something I miss
in this healthy world
- the mixed scents
of perfume and cigarettes
giving beautiful women
this half-temptation
half-suicide aura
that reminded us
every day
that each minute
has a shadow

EL SEBBO

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speakless

Posted by D. James on 25 May 2007

There are times
like now
when I get
tired of talking

These words
we toss at
each other

Repeating ourselves
seemingly endlessly

It feels like running
in place

(D. James)

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Morning poem

Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 May 2007

Another morning
another poem
is this genius
or stupidity?
Like an old king
I decide not to answer
as I stumble out of bed
to make some
hopefully
inspiring coffee

EL SEBBO CANSADO

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wait … wait … there’s something …

Posted by D. James on 23 May 2007

There’s something
I want to say

but just can’t
get it to come out
right

This urgent feeling
that needs expressing

Don’t know it’s name
or where it comes
from

not even sure
how to go about
getting it out

Like a mad pinball
rattling around
in my soul

Perhaps I just need
to let it roll

(D. James)

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Greek gods

Posted by sdoubinsky on 22 May 2007

To Seferis, Elytis, Ritsos, Cavafy, etc…

Greek poetry
is probably
the best in the world
just like the beer
commercial says
It is blue
like a spotless sky
crushing the shoulders
and elevating the soul
like the turning
of the head
and the possibility
of a smile
It is white
like the bones
in my hand
or the proud
stones left behind
by forgotten
architects
Yes
the best poets
in the world
but it is normal
After all
these people
invented
ruins

EL SEBBO

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today’s questions

Posted by D. James on 21 May 2007

How much time
is left before
the curtain falls?

Does peace reside
in the center of nothing

or is there no comfort
to be found?

(D. James)

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What will happen tomorrow?

Posted by sdoubinsky on 20 May 2007

What will happen tomorrow
when the rain comes
and thunderbolts strike
at random?
Will I open my window
and applaud
or will I crawl
underneath my bed
praying to a God
who doesn’t believe
in me?
Will I run outside
laughing and singing
or sit in my room
shaking my head
and saying
“I told you so”?
Will I buy an umbrella
and walk alone in
the shiny streets
or will invite you in
and make a large
pot of coffee
so we can
chat about summer
and the passing
of the clouds?

EL SEBBO

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good life

Posted by D. James on 19 May 2007

Pay attention,
the man said

It’s your fucking life
you’re living over there

There ain’t no
do-overs here
so make it good

’cause it’s done
gone before you
know what happened

(D. James)

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Why Miller, Cendrars and Durrell are my friends

Posted by sdoubinsky on 18 May 2007

Because they are great writers
because they were friends
because they are always a great inspiration
because they agree to everything I say
because they like what I write
because they don’t take up much space
because they are dead

EL SEBBO

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poetic contradiction

Posted by D. James on 17 May 2007

How many contradictions
can a poet make
in his life
before he is turned
into a politician?

(D. James)

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Why poetry isn’t easy for us men (or “Tsvetaieva vs Brodsky”)

Posted by sdoubinsky on 16 May 2007

The best poets
are always
women
and children
Women use words
to resist
and exist
in this
closed and unfair
world
Children
are natural
poets
gathering words
and images
like a colorful
jigsaw puzzle
But for us
men
ah
things
are different
because
the words
we use
were given
not taken
and the images
forged
not gently tamed
and like kings
on a tacky throne
we believe
in everything
we say
although
our words
simply roll
at our feet
like the tiny
plastic pearls
of a broken
necklace

LA SEBBA

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never take advice from a poet who doesn’t take any himself

Posted by D. James on 15 May 2007

Think of what
you have

that you don’t
really need

Sell half
and give away
the rest

You’ll either
feel freed

or deep regret

I have no idea

(D.James)

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One French Haiku

Posted by sdoubinsky on 14 May 2007

Nothing inspires me today
This is France
after all

LE SEBBO

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I am made in your image

Posted by D. James on 13 May 2007

For Seb

A stranger enters
the town square
and says

I am the second coming
I am the last prophet
I am the one and only

But the people ignore him
so he stands there silently
for 40 days and 40 nights

On the last day
he says unto them

I am the one
I am the son and moon
I have but one message

And still the people ignore him

Finally, as he begins to walk away
a man of the town asks,
“Where are you going?”

To which he replies
Do not follow me

And this is how the people know
he is the one true messiah,
the final prophet

They bow before him
but he says unto them

Bow to no one
Follow no one
Believe in yourselves
This is the only truth

To which the people reply
by building colossal monuments
and writing many books
about his teachings and sayings

For eons they preach
and pray for his eventual return

They pray and wait
and wait and pray

But he is a man
of his word and
will not return,
for they have
not learned the
lesson

(D. James)

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Night has

Posted by sdoubinsky on 12 May 2007

To Zamiatin and a few other courageous souls

Night has fallen upon us
impeccably blue
with a few artificial stars
bringing promises
of warmer winds
and colder days
A night
everybody should love
and why not?
It seems so perfect
Protective
Absolute
Strong
Merciless
Yes night has fallen upon us
but we still have a lighter
and a couple of cigarettes
to keep us warm while
we are waiting for
our frailties to be
publicly mocked
and justly punished
under the hard blue sky

EL SEBBO

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babbling

Posted by D. James on 11 May 2007

Snippets of overheard
conversations

phrase fragments

Strung together they
speak a major plan

of non-sense
and nothing

What are all these
words for anyway?

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A question to the weatherman

Posted by sdoubinsky on 10 May 2007

Why is it
we can’t predict
the weather
five days
ahead
and we can predict
the apocalypse
ten years from now?

EL SEBBO SKEPTICO

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darkness falls

Posted by D. James on 9 May 2007

Darkness falls
to the floor
and I am lost
in the ensuing
silence

It remains there
until morning

Sunlight crashes
through the window
scattering broken bits
of glass over my mind

All is well again
for the moment

(D. James)

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A cheap thought

Posted by sdoubinsky on 8 May 2007

If we knew
where we
were going
would we
go there?

EL SEBBO

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Take me quick

Posted by D. James on 7 May 2007

I don’t want to die
in winter

It’s too cold

Take me when it’s warm
so I won’t mind
the cold hand
on my soul

I don’t want to die
in the light of day

It’s too bright

Take me when it’s night
so I won’t see your approach
or know the hour

Take me on some
late summer night
when I have nothing
to look forward to

Take me when I’m happiest
for it does not come
often

So take me quickly
and make it good

Or I will be forced
to send you on your way
and have you take me
another day

(D. James)

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Poetry is for losers

Posted by sdoubinsky on 6 May 2007

I went to a poetry reading
the other night
and of course
I drank too much
smoked too much
and when I went
to the bathroom
I saw the silvery handle
vibrate a million miles
too fast
and I thought
fuck
what is this
poetry thing
coming to?

EL SEBBO

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something out of …

Posted by D. James on 5 May 2007

I’ve nothing
to say

I’ve nothing
to write

I’ve nothing
to do

I’ve nothing
I want

I’ve nothing
and nothing

I am nothing

I’m gone

(D. James)

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DJ Nic

Posted by sdoubinsky on 4 May 2007

Friendship
never flies
straight
Friendship
is warped and moves
like a strange light
in the sky
blinding
and changing
direction
at impossible
speed
Frienship
is like
a real UFO
dude
- rarely
seen
around
these
parts -
but it sure
makes life
on earth
a little bit
more
interesting

EL SEBBO

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and say it like you mean it

Posted by D. James on 3 May 2007

Say yes …
do not keep
me waiting
any longer

Time moves too
too fast

and I am
aging as
I await your
answer

Say yes …
make me
happy

I die a little more
as each moment
goes by and I think
you may yet say no

So say yes
just say it
go on
it’s easy

Repeat after me …

(D. James)

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Objects in mirror are vainer then they appear

Posted by sdoubinsky on 2 May 2007

Poetry
isn’t about
beauty
Poetry
is about
things
that no one
thought
beautiful
before
That’s why
poets should
never use
mirrors
except
to reflect
the sun
in some
idiot’s eyes

EL SEBBO

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Take me … do it now

Posted by D. James on 1 May 2007

My mind
melts
like butter

My heart
dissolves
like sugar

There is a
deep hunger
unsatisfied by
food or drink

Where are you now
vicious one?

Take me under
the waterline,
end this longing

(D. James)

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