“That’s it!” he yelled to the clouds above
“I quit writing forever!”
And he did
And nobody noticed
EL SEBBO
“That’s it!” he yelled to the clouds above
“I quit writing forever!”
And he did
And nobody noticed
EL SEBBO
You thought I was gone
but you were wrong
My absence lingers
and your back feels
a little warmer
EL SEBBO
black
of night
yellow
of heart
red
of soul
white
of the coming dawn
(D. James)
yellow toothed dog
stares through
blood-shot eyes
in my nightmare
drooling
I know he
wants me
for his last meal
I’ve run from him
for hours now
maybe even days
in the end
he’ll have his way
because that dog
keeps me honest
because that dog
is me
his hot breath
rank with death
the only escape
is to wake
but either I can’t
or I already have
I’ll know in a minute
as he approaches
and I am too weak
to move
One way or the other
it ends here
(D. James)
I saw you standing
on the edge of a shadow
in the space where
sunlight and darkness meet
in the endless battle
of night and day
waiting
for something
in yourself
to appear
but the struggle
was too great
and you remain
undecided
(D. James)
What is the sound
of nothing falling
in the city?
(D. James)
The half-moon laughs
as we tear up the road
screaming at the night
With nothing but chrome
and black gloss
we ride ’til dawn
Our piece of heaven
forged in hell
hanging with the
fallen angels
And when the sun rises
we’ll put another night
to rest
(D. James)
Dancers move in minutia
mocking the audiences limbs
Little man bangs his head
against a bell
at random
the sound echoes
through the staid museum
In a large room
marionettes do a mechanical
danse macabre
their tiny metal feet
tapping rhythmically on
the wooden floor
We are left
sitting in the corner
wondering why this is all
so mesmerizing
(D. James)