poems written on the fly

nothing but now

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 17 December 2008 at 12:33 am

rain and coffee
waiting for the sun

in my mind
driving through town
on a warm day

smoking one last cigarette
hoping the clouds away

being here now
letting it wash over me

(D. James)

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