“That’s it!” he yelled to the clouds above
“I quit writing forever!”
And he did
And nobody noticed
EL SEBBO
Archive for October, 2008|Monthly archive page
Tiny Rimbaud
In poetry on 29 October 2008 at 6:25 pmBuddies
In poetry on 23 October 2008 at 8:55 pmYou thought I was gone
but you were wrong
My absence lingers
and your back feels
a little warmer
EL SEBBO
keep to the path
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 23 October 2008 at 4:50 pmblack
of night
yellow
of heart
red
of soul
white
of the coming dawn
(D. James)
the dog at the end of the tunnel
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, snuff poems, writing on 18 October 2008 at 1:42 amyellow 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)
undecided
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 October 2008 at 5:41 pmI 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)
contrition
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 13 October 2008 at 6:06 pmWhat is the sound
of nothing falling
in the city?
(D. James)
nightrider
In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, snuff poems, writing on 10 October 2008 at 4:00 amThe 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)
seen art
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 9 October 2008 at 4:59 amDancers 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)
