piece of wood
in hand
broken chair
broken heart
throat
raw
screaming
glass
everywhere
must have been
some fucking point
I was trying
to make
(D. James)
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broken heart, broken head
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 June 2009 at 4:35 pmwe ride when the sun sets
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 12 June 2009 at 3:34 amAnd I will
rip up the night
raise hell
for the hell of it
ride until the
road rolls up
behind me
until my tires
burn off the rims
and the sun
comes up to
stop me
dead
in my tracks
(D. James)
give it a try
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 8 June 2009 at 7:14 pmwhy
is the word
try
in poetry
is it because
it is
at times
a trying task
or because
we try
and try again
to write
a good one
perhaps
you should try
and let me know
what you find
(D. James)
under the water line
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 June 2009 at 4:26 pmcrushing waves
of sadness
crash over me
and I am afraid
of being sucked in
by the undertow
and though
I know
this is temporary
I wonder
if this time
I won’t survive
(D. James)
