poems written on the fly

Archive for May, 2009|Monthly archive page

no winner

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 29 May 2009 at 4:57 pm

we retreat
to opposing
corners

lick our
wounds

meet again
somewhere
in the middle

fight it out
all over again

both of us
defensive
trying to be
right

both of us
losing
looking
for a way
out

(D. James)

black wave of frustration

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 27 May 2009 at 4:59 pm

this night passes
through me

like a black
knife

no way
around it

I must
stay up

’til dawn
breaks me

only then
will I fall
to sleep

(D. James)

the one they call by no name

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 25 May 2009 at 4:18 pm

I hold tight
the reigns
and like Atlas
with the world
on his shoulders

I struggle
and raise hell
above my head

to find my
flat blackened soul
laid bare

would if I could
pick it up
but I’ve not
a hand to spare

(D. James)

it all amounts to nothing in the end

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 22 May 2009 at 4:55 pm

when we were young
we talked, naively
about being older
because that’s
all we wanted

when we were older
we talked, longingly
about being young
because that’s
all we wanted

when we’re
dead
will we talk, knowingly
about being alive?

or will we finally
be content
with where we are?

(D. James)

why a poet writes so many poems

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 20 May 2009 at 4:00 pm

to write something
of import

just once

a line
truer
than the truth

that makes
someone
think twice
pierces
their heart

it may be
in me yet
have to keep
searching
keep writing

to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment

(D. James)

little messes

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 18 May 2009 at 4:50 pm

a mess here
a mess there

little piles
of my life

laid out
on the floor

and I wonder
sometimes
what is it
all for?

(D. James)

this is why I’m alone

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 15 May 2009 at 4:45 pm

spent the night
on the surface
of sleep

worrying about
my own
self interest

come the morning
hungry, ornery
horny, and angry

there was
nothing to do
but fight

maybe I’m not
cut out
for this
relationship thing

(D. James)

defenses down

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 13 May 2009 at 4:36 pm

come to me now
in the dead
of night

so that I might
hold you tight

come to me now
let me whisper
in your ear

and feel you near
knowing no fear

come to me now
so I can touch
your skin

let me drink
you in like raw gin

make me believe
in a god
and heaven
and all the angels
who sing

crush me
with your look
silence me
in a kiss

hold me
until the sun rises
and tomorrow comes
like sweet pain

(D. James)

alley of deceit

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 May 2009 at 4:30 pm

I told lies
hiding
in your shadows

crept along
your fetid blacktop

lost my soul
and almost
my mind

but come
the morning

I found myself
on the other side

(D. James)

did you say something?

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 9 May 2009 at 8:31 am

you want
to say
something

but like a dog
with limited language
all you do is bark

of all the words
of all the sounds
of all the languages
in the world

you bark

because you realize
if every word
of every language
were known to you

they would all amount
to the nothing more
than barking

so go on
you dogs
make your statement
sing your song

bark your fucking
ass off

it’s all the same
in the end

(D. James)

worn weary

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 6 May 2009 at 3:48 pm

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

come morning
they were still there
in a chair
by the bed

pulled them on
with my jeans
wore them
all damn day

till they
wore me out

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

determined that
in the morning
they’d be gone

moved the chair
into the kitchen
just in case

(D. James)

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