poems written on the fly

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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