I read DJ’s poem today
Full of fog, cold and truth
Only thing missing
a long jazz solo
to chill you to the bone
a good girl with sad eyes
and some green tea
to make words
glow a little harder
EL SEBBO
Archive for October, 2007|Monthly archive page
Beatific nostalgia
In poetry on 31 October 2007 at 8:53 amSF impression
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 30 October 2007 at 7:49 amCity of rain
and fog
Love of Kerouac
and Ginsberg
Home of corporate
hippies
Reminds me of
the 70′s and
Karl Malden
(D. James)
The title is longer than the poet itself
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 29 October 2007 at 10:30 amI measured myself today
EL SEBBO
urban landscape
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 October 2007 at 7:13 amRed lights
and wet streets
Car horns
and homeless
shouts
Billboards
and fog
Sidewalks
and streetcars
Motion
Sound
and Light
(D. James)
Yellow Woman
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 25 October 2007 at 10:03 amThe writer speaks
The yellow woman asks questions
nobody understands
The writer answers politely
The yellow woman smiles
Outside words are pressing
their faces to the window
wondering
EL SEBBO
every night he drinks and every morning he wishes he hadn’t
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 October 2007 at 6:27 amLoosing his edge
like a thread
that unravels
your sleeve
Drunk but maintaining
his balance by
closing one eye
He makes it through
another night of lies
Hums a tune
he can’t remember
the words to
but he loves it
just the same
(D. James)
Tombstone
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 23 October 2007 at 8:41 amTo DJ Eldon
This is the place where
old cowboys meet
with torn leather boots
and a toothless mouth
full of tobacco
Backs hurt
Whiskey burns
Memories flare up
A sign flaps in the wind
but you can’t read it
as it stands on the opposite
side of yer heart
EL SEBBO
Bodie
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 22 October 2007 at 1:40 pmDust of a ghost town
on my boots
Cold wind
blows
Old buildings groan
with defiance
Dust of a ghost town
in my mouth
as I leave this
cold, dead place
behind
(D. James)
A beautiful view (or why poems can’t be explained)
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 19 October 2007 at 6:40 amI live in that
house that you can’t see
and you live in that
house that you can’t see
EL SEBBO
defining moments
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 18 October 2007 at 2:30 pmMy addiction
consumes me
eats away
the brain
all day
well into evening
There seems no cure
just more
more
more
Circle with no end
dog chasing it’s tail
and I wonder …
am I the dog
or the tail?
D. James
A very short history of rock and roll (1980s)
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 17 October 2007 at 6:00 amIt was while
we were listening
to the Residents
that she realized
she wasn’t
in love
with me
anymore
EL SEBBO
wheredowegofromhere
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 October 2007 at 7:32 amout of time
out of words
out of ideas
out to lunch
out of town
out on a limb
out of my mind
all the time
with words that
mean nothing
and nowhere to
go …
but out.
(D. James)
Fucking around
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 15 October 2007 at 6:13 amToday I told myself
to stop fucking around
but I told myself
I could fuck around
as much I as wanted too
because after all
it is always myself
who has the final
word
EL SEBBO
drift
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 October 2007 at 6:33 amDrifting
through the days
Thoughts lost
and found
then lost again
Half-said sentences
of things I forgot why
I wanted to say
At least I remember
to shut up now
and again
(D. James)
No ego
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 10 October 2007 at 6:19 am When I speak
my words
stop belonging
to me
When I speak
I disappear
in musical
air
El Sebbo
Civil night
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 9 October 2007 at 6:14 pmNight begins
brings with it
an understanding
of darkness
Sky full of
moon and stars
Sleep and you’ll
miss it …
everything
slowed down
Thinking time
peaceful
quiet night
(D. James)
Black hole
In art, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 8 October 2007 at 8:48 amAlcohol
is poetry’s black hole
Things get sucked in
deformed until they disappear
leaving only the outline
of their shadow
in the painful
poetic skies
EL SEBBO
Morning breaks
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 October 2007 at 10:16 amSunlight crashes
through the window
knocking darkness
to the floor
They wrestle
tearing up the
apartment
making such a
racket the landlord
calls to say
“knock it off”
As if there’s
anything I could do
to stop the sunrise.
D. James
Nordic skies
In art, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 4 October 2007 at 6:28 amAnother beautiful sky
through the kitchen window
I wonder what’s so special
about them nordic skies
Inspiration maybe
EL SEBBO
It’s what we do
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 October 2007 at 8:00 amPeople are funny
we work
and eat
and think
We talk
and talk
and talk
Watch them
as they walk by
(and, Oh, how I love
to watch them walk by)
Then we go home
and sleep
and sleep
and sleep
People are funny
D. James
The amazing power of poetry
In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 2 October 2007 at 7:57 amSebastien Doubinsky
is a woman
EL SEBBO
abirdisabirdisabird
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 1 October 2007 at 3:51 pmA bird
flew so close
I felt a flutter
of air on my ear
For me it was
a literal brush
with nature
For the bird
it was nothing
I could imbue
some human emotion
on the bird
but it would
be false
As the bird
only knows
survival
Eat and Sing and Fly
and nothing more
It is I who has
the overcomplicated
life full of conflicting
emotions that need
serious analysis
The bird is
just a bird
D. James
