If the rain falls up
from the street
does it mean
the world is
upside down?
If things work out
in my favor today
does it mean
tomorrow they won’t?
Is it really
how I look at it
or simply how it is?
would I even know
the difference?
(D. James)
the music presses down
from above
louder and louder
until there’s nothing but noise
no thought or word
just the banging
of the drum
in my head
maybe it’s time
to leave
(D. James)
dirty white t-shirt
watching out
the monday morning
window
the rain reigns
comes down
as if trying
to snuff out
the fires of hell
damp chill
numbing
chapped digits
waiting for something
like the sun to appear
let us know
the world
will be alright
(D. James)
billy blew
his brains out
and no one noticed
billy blew
his brains out
and no one cared
billy blew
his brains out
and you ask
who the hell
is billy anyway?
well, what if
billy
were you
(D. James)
what to do
today
when I realize
my life
is one day
shorter
than yesterday
and tomorrow
is shorter still
best be grateful
for all the tomorrows
I can
while living
like there isn’t
another one coming
(D. James)
all the elements
are here
heavy rain
fierce wind
bending trees
blowing leaves
I am shirtless
and grateful
on the other side
of the window
(D, James)
tattooed girls
drunken boys
and cigarette smoke
everywhere
warm nights
with pimps
and hookers
working the streets
this was
the way it was
before cell phones
atm’s and the internet
when you got
on the subway
with a token
and a phone call
cost a dime
nothing wrong
with how it is now
it’s just nice to think back
now and again
to a simpler time
(D. James)
moments
of clarity
like clean glass
seems the more
I let go
of what I think
I know
the clearer
it all becomes
(D. James)
it wells up
into your heart
dies between there
and your throat
that longing
that passion
to live
to feel
moved
open
raw
keys
black and white
tears
clear as rain
play it again
but never tell
what it means
never put words
to beauty so soft
and lovely
(D. James)
