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what if you weren’t there

D. James — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 13:00:02 +0000

billy blew
his brains out
and no one noticed

billy blew
his brains out
and no one cared

billy blew
his brains out
and you ask

who the hell
is billy anyway?

well, what if
billy
were you

(D. James)

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talk about the weather

D. James — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:00:07 +0000

The sunlight blinds
but you look anyway

reflecting
off the tabletops

creating an illusion
the gentlest
of winter afternoons

the violent dying light
pierces your eye
as a reminder
of summer

yet no matter
how hard you stare
you cannot make
the season change
nor the sun
shine less

(D. James)

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Do we expect too much from our heroes or have they just let us down

D. James — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 06:48:45 +0000

The writer
that doesn’t write

The poet
that doesn’t poe

The savior
that doesn’t save

On a road
that goes nowhere
leads to nothing
and ends when it’s over

[queue music]

(D. James)

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poetry for the masses

D. James — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 10:56:46 +0000

there are
two kinds
of drivel
a poet
writes

the kind
that gets
published

and the kind
that doesn’t

(D. James)

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keep to the path

D. James — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 16:50:48 +0000

black
of night

yellow
of heart

red
of soul

white
of the coming dawn

(D. James)

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the dog at the end of the tunnel

D. James — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 01:42:07 +0000

yellow toothed dog
stares through
blood-shot eyes
in my nightmare

drooling
I know he
wants me
for his last meal

I’ve run from him
for hours now
maybe even days

in the end
he’ll have his way
because that dog
keeps me honest
because that dog
is me

his hot breath
rank with death

the only escape
is to wake
but either I can’t
or I already have

I’ll know in a minute
as he approaches
and I am too weak
to move

One way or the other
it ends here

(D. James)

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undecided

D. James — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 17:41:33 +0000

I saw you standing
on the edge of a shadow

in the space where
sunlight and darkness meet
in the endless battle
of night and day

waiting
for something
in yourself
to appear

but the struggle
was too great
and you remain
undecided

(D. James)

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contrition

D. James — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:06:35 +0000

What is the sound
of nothing falling
in the city?

(D. James)

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nightrider

D. James — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:00:06 +0000

The half-moon laughs
as we tear up the road
screaming at the night

With nothing but chrome
and black gloss
we ride ’til dawn

Our piece of heaven
forged in hell
hanging with the
fallen angels

And when the sun rises
we’ll put another night
to rest

(D. James)

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Red

sdoubinsky — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:02:58 +0000

The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost

red is a liar

EL SEBBO