16 July 2009 • 3:37 pm 1
Another time
in another city
when I was
someone else
And she
she asked me
“what do you want?”
And I
I had no answer
Now here
in this town
I being me
and all things equal
She asks me
“what do you want?”
And I
I answer
“everything”
To which she
she has no reply
And I
I am left
wondering
why this question
keeps coming up
(D. James)
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12 July 2009 • 6:41 pm 0
exhausted
by talk
empty words
without action
said again
and again
until there is
nothing
but sound
like shadows
in fog
smoke and mirrors
leaving us
nowhere
with nothing
(D. James)
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15 June 2009 • 4:35 pm 1
12 June 2009 • 3:34 am 1
And 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)
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8 June 2009 • 7:14 pm 1
why
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)
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3 June 2009 • 4:26 pm 0
29 May 2009 • 4:57 pm 0
we retreat
to opposing
corners
lick our
wounds
meet again
somewhere
in the middle
fight it out
all over again
both of us
defensive
trying to be
right
both of us
losing
looking
for a way
out
(D. James)
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27 May 2009 • 4:59 pm 0
this night passes
through me
like a black
knife
no way
around it
I must
stay up
’til dawn
breaks me
only then
will I fall
to sleep
(D. James)
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25 May 2009 • 4:18 pm 0
I hold tight
the reigns
and like Atlas
with the world
on his shoulders
I struggle
and raise hell
above my head
to find my
flat blackened soul
laid bare
would if I could
pick it up
but I’ve not
a hand to spare
(D. James)
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22 May 2009 • 4:55 pm 1
when we were young
we talked, naively
about being older
because that’s
all we wanted
when we were older
we talked, longingly
about being young
because that’s
all we wanted
when we’re
dead
will we talk, knowingly
about being alive?
or will we finally
be content
with where we are?
(D. James)
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20 May 2009 • 4:00 pm 1
to write something
of import
just once
a line
truer
than the truth
that makes
someone
think twice
pierces
their heart
it may be
in me yet
have to keep
searching
keep writing
to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment
(D. James)
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18 May 2009 • 4:50 pm 0
a mess here
a mess there
little piles
of my life
laid out
on the floor
and I wonder
sometimes
what is it
all for?
(D. James)
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15 May 2009 • 4:45 pm 1
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)
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13 May 2009 • 4:36 pm 0
come to me now
in the dead
of night
so that I might
hold you tight
come to me now
let me whisper
in your ear
and feel you near
knowing no fear
come to me now
so I can touch
your skin
let me drink
you in like raw gin
make me believe
in a god
and heaven
and all the angels
who sing
crush me
with your look
silence me
in a kiss
hold me
until the sun rises
and tomorrow comes
like sweet pain
(D. James)
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11 May 2009 • 4:30 pm 1
6 May 2009 • 3:48 pm 0
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 thought
determined that
in the morning
they’d be gone
moved the chair
into the kitchen
just in case
(D. James)
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29 April 2009 • 9:17 am 0
Stayed online
all night long
Wrote down a few
words
But can’t tell me
a damn thing
Cause I
know it all
and nothing
nothing
nothing
at the same
time
(D. James)
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23 April 2009 • 4:27 pm 0
17 April 2009 • 4:36 pm 0
There is the road
and then there is
the trip we take
on it
There is the sky
and the bird
that flies
There is the water
and the whale
There is fire
and smoke
Those who live
and them
that die
Questions
and even
some answers
(D. James)
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15 April 2009 • 5:03 pm 0
can’t write my way
out of this
tomorrow
brings more
of the same
like a rat
on a wheel
being aware
doesn’t seem
to make it
any easier
though I keep
hope alive
(D. James)
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13 April 2009 • 5:00 pm 0
In a struggle
of the mind
wanting to make
it out to be more
than it is
just a bunch
of thought
none of it
true
or all that
powerful
except when
I make it so
and so often
I do
more thought
doesn’t solve
anything
only action
gets me
out of my head
and into
the world
(D. James)
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9 April 2009 • 11:00 am 0
having thoughts
about thoughts
that I thought up
last night
thoughts I’ve thought
a long time
new thoughts think
the old ones should
make room
but the old thoughts
think they know best
then there’s the thought
that all this thinking
isn’t getting us anywhere
I don’t even know
what to think
about that
(D. James)
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7 April 2009 • 5:48 pm 0
I don’t say
what’s on
my mind
When
it’s all
shit
So keep
my mouth
shut
Because
always
everyone
wants to help
And sometimes
I just need to be
where I’m at
Got it?
(D, James)
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16 March 2009 • 4:39 pm 0
Nothing is permanent
not even that statement
Nothing lasts
all is temporal
We are nothing today
that we were yesterday
It only seems that way
because it’s all we have
to look forward from
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , nothing, past, permanent, temporal
11 March 2009 • 5:00 pm 0
high heeled shoes
short black skirt
smooth legs
drive the herky-jerky
old men crazy
scratching and blinking
shaking their balding heads
remembering a time they had
wishing they weren’t
who they are
for one more day
before she walks
away
leaving them with
the faintest scent
of perfume
a memory
of a memory
lingers
(D. James)
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9 March 2009 • 4:22 pm 0
how many things
don’t I know?
of all the things
in the wide world
which I know
a fraction of a fraction
of a percent
how many things
do you know?
all thoughts
all languages
from the beginning
how we think
we know
anything at all
is beyond me
(D. James)
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6 March 2009 • 12:22 am 0
what comes between us
when we’re apart?
how can I let you in
from an arm’s length away?
averted glances
thwarted hopes
life’s just too risky
when I take every little thing
to mean something about me
(D. James)
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21 February 2009 • 2:47 am 1
If the rain falls up
from the street
does it mean
the world is
upside down?
If things work out
in my favor today
does it mean
tomorrow they won’t?
Is it really
how I look at it
or simply how it is?
would I even know
the difference?
(D. James)
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