poems written on the fly

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)

  1. I would like to invite you to participate in our internacional anthology. Your poetries are very interesting and they complete our sense of universal stile and a cultural trip by the literary form.
    I hope that you acept aou project of literary inclusion

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