my pen falls
from the table
into a dark shadow
kicking
to catch it
with the side
of my shoe
spinning
it skitters
into the light
much like my thoughts
on this deathly cold day
(D. James)
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dark places
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 15 December 2010 at 9:06 pmloss of balance
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 2 December 2010 at 7:01 pmit could break,
a mind,
from the pressure
all those thoughts
of what I should
be doing
what I did
wrong
asking why
the grace and ease
so longed for
seeming far off
impossible
hoping
for change
and then
don’t want
the kind that arrives
realizing
finally
it is not an answer
I seek
but a way to live
to think thoughts
and take action
generate some
confidence
take some
responsibility
for my life
because if I don’t
who the hell will
(D. James)
left behind
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 23 November 2010 at 12:06 amI remember
the past
as if it were
some one else’s
story
as if I
were some one
other than me
those days
and days
of years
the many nights
the horrible “mornings”
of the afternoon
washed clean away
by different thoughts
other actions
I remember a time
when I was
some one else
when I told
a different story
I remember as if
read in a novel
or seen in a film
I remember
so as not to forget
so as not to become
what I’ve been
what was left behind
(D. James)
dust
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 11 November 2010 at 1:38 amto dance
like the bones
don’t ache
to run
with the speed
of a panther
to laugh
with the abandon
of a child
to work
and play
and love
as if
I cannot fail
to sleep
like the dead
and dream
as the mystics do
this is how I wish
to spend
the days and nights
before returning to dust
(D. James)
train of thought
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 1 November 2010 at 3:50 pmthinking thoughts on
trains in tunnels
that take us to
toiling tasks like tinker toys
trudging to their terminus
can we keep
clear of calamity and
concious of creation or
will we wile awhile then
whip ourselves or
take the time
to think thoughts on
trains
while wishing
we weren’t wending our
way to work
(D. James)
short time now
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 30 October 2010 at 5:36 pmshorter the days
become
longer my heart
yearns for sunlight
and warmth
can we have life
without loss
and struggle
or is this all
just a matter
of how it’s seen
(D. James)
dream #1
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 23 August 2010 at 3:40 amif I told you again
would you know then
if I laid down and died
would you hole up and cry
if I loved you forever
would you do the same
if I made you my dream
would you sleep through the night
(D. James)
reminders
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 July 2010 at 6:19 pmflame under
black kettle
waiting for you
to come through
the door
the sound
of water
about to boil
your scent
permeates
the apartment
the water
whistles
everywhere
reminders
of you
this
is what I
came here for
(D. James)
a far goodnight
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 July 2010 at 12:51 pmdreaming
of the nights
to come
when you will sleep
next to me
praying for solace
in a distant land
too far from home
too far from you
wishing to wake
into the dream
of finally being
there
(D. James)
four day wait
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 July 2010 at 12:38 pmcounting the days
until
we are together
this
the last time
we will be separated
seems longer
than all the others
how can twenty years
apart
seem shorter
than
the next four days?
(D. James)
glorious
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 July 2010 at 1:05 pmtalking
through static
for hours
about life
about love
the past
the future
everything
and nothing at all
of all
we could do
with the time
there is nothing
better
than this
(D. James)
hold on to it
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 2 July 2010 at 1:10 pmthere is a hole
where my solar plexus
should be
a missing part
of me
left behind
like something
I forgot
to pack
a piece
of my soul
resembling lack
hold on to it
I promise I’ll
be back
(D. James)
never want this to end
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 28 June 2010 at 1:38 pmthere seems
always a deadline
a date
in the
too near future
not wanting to board
another plane away from
you
how do we
stop Wednesday
from coming
(D. James)
limbo
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 June 2010 at 1:52 pmanother day closes
and my heart
is elsewhere
being neither
here nor there
stumbling
from sunset
to sunset
just waiting
to board
the next plane
to you
(D. James)
3500 miles
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 June 2010 at 11:41 pmthe time
between here
and there
from you to me
and back again
a journey
leading
to us
feeling
the fear
diminish
like distance
when we are
together
at last
(D. James)
small things
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 June 2010 at 11:06 pmcup of tea
on the table
burning cigarette
in hand
remembering
a gentle touch
a particular look
a simple word
realizing
it’s the small things
that make you miss
the one you love
(D. James)
coming together
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 June 2010 at 9:53 pmwaking with
thoughts of you
longing for
next time
dreaming
of the day
when the distance
is measured
by the length
of a room
instead of
the miles
of a country
(D. James)
contradiction of terms
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 May 2010 at 2:21 pmmessy business
this thing
called
life
no straight lines
or perfect circles
unchartable
unpredictable
erratic
like a riff
beauty
between
sour notes
brief
unyielding
amazing
painful
joyous
full of love
and contradictions
it couldn’t be
any other way
so why look for
what isn’t there
(D. James)
the varying movement of time
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 May 2010 at 1:25 pmhow it is
that time
moves
at different speeds
the hours apart
seem as days
days as weeks
then
suddenly
you
in my arms
and the days
seem as hours
hours as minutes
then I am gone
lost in a calendar
of waiting
until
I see you again
(D. James)
following a path
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 May 2010 at 1:25 pmyears ago
skinny kid
thought he knew
everything
full of bravado
and half-believing
how is it
we lived
through all that
and have come
to this
desire
still tugs
at us
reaching across
the years
the miles
our lives
converging
this path set
before we walked
upon it
no idea
where it leads
only where we’ve
been
maybe
this time
we’ll get it right
(D. James)
cycles
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 17 May 2010 at 2:20 pmout the kitchen window
the late afternoon light
plays like a sax solo
against the building
across the way
cloud wisps
catch pink
as the sun hits
the horizon
the azure sky
goes darker
by degrees
evening comes
stealth and still
like a beautiful lover
passionate, intense
another night
lies ahead
awaiting the dawn
(D. James)
distances
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 May 2010 at 1:59 pmcounting
the hours
between
here and there
more than
time
and greater
than mere
geography
wondering
how long
how far
before it all
comes together
(D. James)
wanting only waits
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 May 2010 at 2:00 pmtelegraphing
overt messages
through the ether
like talking
to you through
glass
none
but you
knowing their
true meaning
I wonder
what is
to be done
or should
I simply
be more
patient
waiting for
a reply
not an answer
for now
that would
be enough
(D. James)
a dream that dreams of some day being real
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 May 2010 at 2:43 pmstanding outside
in the rain
throwing stones
against your window
waiting for you
to open the door
(D. James)
this is what it sounds like when you’re not here
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 May 2010 at 12:03 pmall we have
are words
and I can’t find
any that fit
or don’t sound
self-serving
what’s left
is silence
maddening
deafening
unbearable
silence
(D. James)
JFK – 7 am
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 30 April 2010 at 8:52 amunfinished sentences
all these things
left unsaid
a hundred words
stale phrases
none of them
enough
talk all damn day
and I’d still
never get
to what it is
that pulls at me
makes me want to stay
should have tried
should have missed that flight
should be there with you now
should stop trying to make sense
of any of this
because all I want
is to be
where I’m not
all I want
is to be
where
I am
not
(D. James)
old flame same heat
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 28 April 2010 at 2:22 pma cold wind
comes through
like longing
how many years
before we’ll be together
my love
will death
take me
before I see
your eyes
once more
feel your skin
breathe you in
is there no
relief from this
yearning
is this to be
yet another
unfinished story
all those miles
all those years
all these trials
all these tears
don’t we deserve
a break in this life
or do we have to wait
until the next one
(D. James)
surrender #1
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 April 2010 at 12:21 pmwriting as if
tomorrow will
never come
leaving nothing
unsaid
not even sure
this is possible
if there is
more to give
you will have it
all I want
is a chance
to know
what kind of love
it takes
to give myself
to another
(D. James)
more than a thousand words and still not enough
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 23 April 2010 at 1:44 pmI look
at your picture
but it’s not
enough
there’s heat
but no fire
this facsimile
flat lifeless image
I want your
breath
your scent
you
all of you
this is just
not enough
(D. James)
temporal
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 April 2010 at 2:35 pmwaiting for you
to appear
wishing contact
knowing it’s just
a matter of time
because you want
what I want
even if
it doesn’t work
right now
it will
in time
(D. James)
you could call it that … yeah
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 April 2010 at 12:11 pmcan’t eat
can’t sleep
can’t stop thinking
of you
waiting for a call
e-mail
chat
text
something
to let me know
you’re thinking
of me
when I’m thinking
of you
knowing
it’s no good
being like this
but doing it
anyway
’cause there are
no answers
only questions
so why not ask
the same one
over and over
(D. James)
what do you say?
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 April 2010 at 1:34 pmI’m asking
I’m asking too much
but I’m asking anyway
’cause if you don’t ask
you don’t get
and I think
you want me to ask
it’s why
you found me
waiting for you
to come around again
so I could ask
so I’m asking
(D. James)
this doesn’t happen
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 April 2010 at 2:03 pmto live
for a great love
something imagined
but never attained
a moment
in time
regained
an improbable
second chance
do you defy
the odds?
or is it all
rash insanity
fools folly
destined
to self-destruct
in the end
do we care?
not if we are driven
by our desire
think
this is our
destiny
perhaps then
we make it so
or burn in the fire
set so long ago
suddenly too close
(D. James)
unrequited love on a virtual platform
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 12 April 2010 at 2:09 pmI look for you
or the virtual
approximation
of you
the pull
so strong
the emotional
distance bridged
through half-sentences
in a tiny window
we abbreviate
and emoticon
our way through
complex emotions
rooted in a past
long before
any of this technology
existed
years go by
and then suddenly
you are there again
always reconnecting
always
at the wrong time
perhaps we had
our chance
back then
and it won’t
come around again
wishing
it were any other way
won’t make it so
but I still try
(D. James)
somebody to love
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 9 April 2010 at 12:26 pmwanting
someone
who gets the feeling
of all those words
in all those songs
like I do
someone fearless
who knows
the difference
between
pain and suffering
creating or courting
neither
but knowing
what it means
to feel deeply
to ache
to revel
in the glory
of being known
by another
like no other
to miss
the one you love
(D. James)
this is this
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 7 April 2010 at 2:16 pmthis is bad
this desire
this wanting
this is not me
this is not you
this isn’t even who we think
this is
this is some evil
this
this twist
this pain
this feeling
this ache for you
this is just a dream
this nightmare
this remembrance of you
this haunting
this stillness of still wanting
this with you
this ending that never ends because I don’t want
this to ever end never wanted
this to end always wondered why
this did end
this always ending
this
(D. James)
love at dawn
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 April 2010 at 1:52 pmwanting
to hold someone
at the end of a long day
not just a body
but someone to love
curled up in my arms
breathing quietly
the smell of hair
and warm skin
mixed with clean sheets
someone to wake up to
come the morning light
someone
who calls me baby
in a way that means
the world to them
can’t a man want
these things
and not think
he has to hide
his feelings away
I’m just asking
(D. James)
jump in … the water’s warm
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 2 April 2010 at 2:26 pmlooking
for what I want
in places I will not find it
thinking
look again
it’ll be there
this time
it’ll be there
now
check now
what about now
not yet
what about now
keep looking
in the same dead place
waiting for my life to begin
when all this time
it’s been right in front of me
waiting for me to see
(D. James)
everything there is … everything
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 31 March 2010 at 2:14 pmI want
to write
on the walls
spell out
all the
ideas
emotions
color
outside the lines
black pen markings
beginning in one corner
not stopping until I’ve planned out my whole fucking life
filling ten rooms with the words of my mind
the work of my soul
not stopping until it is all out of me
like some monster some wild thing
only then can I lay down to sleep
knowing when I wake it will all
still be there
but exposed out in the open
nothing to hide
(D. James)
should have been over awhile ago
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 March 2010 at 1:50 pmhere’s where
we get to that part
of the night
closer to dawn
than dusk
when the cars
rubber by
less frequently
and your
eyelids
will not
cooperate
everyone else
is long down
nothing
but the hum
of the refrigerator
to keep you company
and that last car
rolling past your window
won’t be another till dawn
best to wait for it
under the covers
if you’re lucky
it’ll go by
unnoticed
if you’re not
it won’t
(D. James)
confused? me too
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 24 March 2010 at 2:17 pmup all night
looking
for something
that doesn’t exist
something
I don’t want
to see in me
avoiding
myself
by looking
everywhere
other than here
trying to get
out of my head
when I should
be in bed
another late
night
another wasted
morning
couldn’t I get
the same result
in another way
or another result
in the same way
it’s all the same
in the end
(D. James)
dunno
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 22 March 2010 at 2:15 pmso much
I don’t
understand
used to think
I knew everything
or could
at least
fake it
now
I don’t know
is often
my answer
but I’ll make something up
if it makes you feel better
(D. James)
wanting more than the gods will allow
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 March 2010 at 1:14 pmwaiting
the night out
feeling
my way
in the dark
hoping
the morning
won’t come
this one time
keeping
the fantasy
of being with you
longer than just tonight
alive for one more hour
as light
lines
the horizon
I take
one last look
and like Eurydice
you vanish before my eyes
(D. James)
this is whatever you want it to be
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 17 March 2010 at 2:07 pmwanting
to be lost
in a look
hands
on
skin
mouth
on
mouth
feel your
heat
wishing
it were
more than
this
but taking
what I can
get
(D. James)
right before
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 March 2010 at 2:35 pmthe moment
just before
the moment
almost as good
as the moment
itself
you can
hear it
tensile
stretching
anticipation
to the point
right before
all hell
breaks loose
(D. James)
night falls
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 12 March 2010 at 2:31 pmevening comes
in darker
and darker
hues of blue
end of day
pink clouds
bloom red
then fade
into darkness
as night falls
upon LA
black cloth
with pinholes
of light
the city,
a brighter
reflection
of above
(D. James)
nothing to say
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 March 2010 at 2:14 pmthere are times
like now
when there is
nothing to say
and so
I say
what’s
right there
” … “
(D. James)
you deal with it or it will deal with you
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 March 2010 at 2:33 pmyou know
what I mean
when we talk
about the pain
how it keeps
you up
at night
and all the talk
doesn’t help
there is no cure
for being human
we either
feel it
or resist
it’s all the same
in the end
(D. James)
searching for dreams (don’t do no good in the real world)
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 March 2010 at 2:06 pmin bed
curled around
her sleeping self
I think
this is what
I’ve always
wanted
to whisper
in an ear
that she’s
my one
and only one
but I don’t
realizing
that’s not me
that’s not her
it’s just an idea
in my head
from a song
Taupin wrote
about one of his
ex-wives
and what
does that
tell you
(D. James)
blap
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 March 2010 at 8:59 pmthere are
all these words
and feelings
and messy things
spilled out
on the floor
like blood
seems there’s
no place
to put them all
can’t swallow them
try stuffing them
back into your gut
but they
no longer fit
feels like
you’ll die without
them
seems like
you’ll die with
them
where will you …
how will you …
what will you …
why would you …
go on?
(D. James)
there’s a reason it’s called falling
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 1 March 2010 at 3:00 pmand I want
all of it
give me
what you can’t
show me
what you won’t
tell me
what you fear
teach me
things you don’t know
you know
go beyond
what you feel
fall with me
into that abyss
they call love
(D. James)
what will I do tomorrow without you tonight
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 February 2010 at 2:39 pmhaven’t slept
in my own bed
all week
now it’s later
than late
and I’m faced
with the aloneness
of being alone
in this bed
that’s just
a mattress
on the floor
I miss
your green
eyes
your red
hair
your pale
skin
your
attitude
the way you look
straight at me
in the morning
like a child
who has yet
to learn fear
or know the difference
between themself
and another
and your laugh
pure abandon
in that ha ha ha
the complete unbridled
expression of joy
how will I make it
through the night
and worse
what will I look forward to
in the morning
(D. James)
calling
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 24 February 2010 at 2:20 pmphone calls
text messages
and no one
gets back
what to do
feeling disconnected
feeling like no one’s
out there
feeling like no one
wants me
it’s only a thought
they’re all just busy
right now
in an hour
everyone
will call back
at once
and I’ll have
3 voice mails
and 5 text
messages
while trying
to get through
to my sister
in Tucson
to say
I love you
(D. James)
life may be empty and meaningless, but don’t tell that to my heart
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 22 February 2010 at 3:02 pmdon’t know what
to do
with these feelings
when the woman
you love says
it doesn’t mean anything
like your love
doesn’t matter
like you
don’t
matter
it isn’t what she means
it’s just how it sounds
to you
in the moment
as she says goodbye
for the last time
what do you do
knowing she’s already
calling another man
lover
do you give in
to the rage
let it consume you
or can you find a way
to let it all go
as if it really
doesn’t matter
(D. James)
when is this going to be about you?
In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 20 February 2010 at 11:12 pmI’m so good
at making it all
about me
that even when
you think you’re
talking about you
it’s still about me
do you do that too
or is it just me?
(D. James)
nothing between us
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 February 2010 at 2:38 pmin the silence
before dawn
I breath in
the scent of skin
rub the nape
of your neck
run my hand
along
your waist
to the pale belly
you roll over
stare straight
into me
seeing
who I really am
not who I project
to keep the world
at bay
but who
I want to be
who I am
when it’s safe
you smile,
revealing
your true self
I don’t know
if you do that
with others
but to me
you are always
an open door
inviting me
to step through
and I’m curious
what, if anything,
I do for you
(D. James)
more of you
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 February 2010 at 8:55 pmin bed
your head
on my chest
I want
to write
my name
across your
smooth white belly
to mark you
as you’ve
marked me
afraid to say
what I truly feel
for fear
it would
scare you away
then I let go
of all that
and am with you
in a way
not possible
before
and all
I want now
is more
(D. James)
it’s all in how you say it
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 8 February 2010 at 2:26 pmsummon the gods
even though you know
they cannot save you
let them rain down pain
like warriors at the front
bring the slaughter
leave nothing
in your wake
full of force
shallow power
that cannot last
this is what
you can do
with words
(D. James)
burn for you
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 February 2010 at 3:12 pmwanting
to burn
for another
feel
her missing
from the sheets
when she’s away
be
in the warmth
of a gaze
wake
in the silence
before sunrise
stare
at her body
lying in wait
get lost
in the smell
of her hair
pull
her to me
knowing
that’s always
what she wants
(D. James)
the good morning bird
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 3 February 2010 at 2:08 pmbird
on a wire
comes with
the morning
light
chirps
then flits
away
sign of
a good
day
(D. James)
quietly approaching
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 29 January 2010 at 2:22 pmthere is something
and yet … and yet
a look
in the eye
something
or something
I made up
how
do you know
ten thousand
subtle seconds
and you only have
a moment to act
am I
the only one
who notices this
(D. James)
stronger for it
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 27 January 2010 at 3:00 pmwhen it chews
you up
and spits
you out
lie there
a while
scream the rage
cry the sorrow
until it is
out of you
completely
then
gently
pick
yourself
up
and go on
(D. James)
storm clouds passing
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 25 January 2010 at 2:25 pmwhat do you
say
when it doesn’t
go your way
you fight
to make
a pointless
point
then you
feel bad
about
the things
you said
finally
you let it go
or
you let it
destroy you
the choice
is yours
(D. James)
weeping sky
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 22 January 2010 at 3:44 pmwhen it rains
it rains
for days
on end
seems like
it’ll never
let up
then
suddenly
without warning
clouds part
stars appear
and the wind
slows to a whisper
everything
is as it was
as it should be
and tomorrow
the sun will shine
(D. James)
the opposite of resistance
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 20 January 2010 at 2:40 pmthen I said
“yes”
and it all
began
for me
and she,
she couldn’t
see
at first
what it meant
then she said
“yes”
and it all
began
for us
(D. James)
walking through it
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 18 January 2010 at 5:10 pmnervous
pressure
feelings
running rampant
wanting
it all
to go
away
moments
of clarity
fogged
by anger
wanting to
give this
pain
away
yet
knowing
there is
something
on the other
side of it
something
I need
to see
another way
to be
(D. James)
tusnami soul
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 13 January 2010 at 5:55 pmalone
in a room
darkness
of your soul
moment
of madness
you rage
and cry out
“what does
it all mean?”
like a wave
it crashes
over you
washes
everything
away
then subsides
you are left
standing
with nothing
and now
you can begin
(D. James)
no matter how much you try to kill it, my love won’t die … I’ll just take it with me as I say goodbye
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 January 2010 at 2:15 pmpick up
and move
to a strange town
change my life
to want
whatever you want
find myself
by loosing
who I thought
I was
I could
love
like that
did
love
like that
still do
I’m just
no longer
waiting
for you
(D. James)
expression for a new way of being
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 7 January 2010 at 7:13 pmDoing
what needs
doing
being
right where
you are
Nothing broken
nothing to fix
even when
the world
seemingly tells
you so
Just remember
that everything
everything
changes
(D. James)
merciful release
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 4 January 2010 at 2:17 pmTo begin
to let go
to let go
and begin
begin again
to let go
to let go
and begin again
to let go
let go
let go
let it go …
At some point
we must begin
to let it go
so we can
begin again
and once more
be whole
(D. James)
wish I was there
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 4 January 2010 at 10:10 amWaking
only a few hours
after falling asleep
I think
it’s 5
in the morning
where she is
she’s still asleep
I see her
face
quiet
beautiful
that mouth
later
on a bus
cold December sunlight
and I think
6:30 where she is
still asleep
Through the window
the Manhattan skyline
from the Jersey side
majestic
moves me
like no other place
yet I’d trade
it all
for another
chance
(D. James)
nothing more than love
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 1 January 2010 at 2:02 pmwaiting
for the call
which never comes
the one
where she says
all is forgiven
I love you
she says
please come home
we can work it all out
she says
come to me
and I do
and we do
but the phone
doesn’t ring
and everything
reminds me
of her
cup of tea
a bed
laughter
dark hair
sunlight
dogs
tears
children
laundry
I think
what should I do
with all these thoughts
in my head
afraid to let go
that that
would be
the end
and I keep
wanting
another outcome
the one where
the phone rings
and she says …
(D. James)
