Disposable Poetry

No one knew
the damage
being done

How could we
it was all
so long ago
when we were
young

Someone
should have
stopped it

Someone
should have seen
what it would do
to all of us

Now we have
to deal with it
on our own

Break the cycle
end this chain
of anger
and pain

(D. James)

Back on track
like a train
at speed

Where it goes
we’ll have to
wait and see

Enjoy the ride
and hope the end
is nowhere in sight

(D. James)

Yellow moon
hangs fat
and lush
in black sky

Warm night
of spring
finally arrived

Breathe it in
keep me sane

(D. James)

I crack my skull
on a violent shift
of perspective

Eyes sting
from the blood
but now
I can finally see
the pain
of reality

(D. James)

I don’t write
love poems

Though I love
writing and poems
an emotion
that deep
needs an ocean
of language
I do not possess

My words on the
subject of love
are trite
and best left
to others

Amen

(D. James)

Water on road
blood in mouth
twisted chrome
fading sky

Shallow breathing
heart beating

This must be
where the journey
ends

(D. James)

Black street
blacker heart

Someday the road
will end
in dust

And no one
will care
to even give it a name

(D. James)