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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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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , hell, soul, struggle
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , death, desire, life, riddle, youth
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , mess, nonsense, piles, questions, searching, self-referential
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , angels, defense, fear, god, heaven, knowing, love, pain, sun
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , life, morning, questions, searching, self-referential, thoughts, unhappy, weary, worn
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)
Filed under: art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , night, nonsense, questions, riddle, self-referential, words
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , meaning, mind, nonsense, self-referential, thought
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , life, meaning, questions, riddle, searching, self-referential
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)
Filed under: art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , searching, self-referential
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)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , cynical, idealistic, rain
19 February 2009 • 7:44 am 1
the music presses down
from above
louder and louder
until there’s nothing but noise
no thought or word
just the banging
of the drum
in my head
maybe it’s time
to leave
(D. James)
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17 February 2009 • 10:04 pm 0
dirty white t-shirt
watching out
the monday morning
window
the rain reigns
comes down
as if trying
to snuff out
the fires of hell
damp chill
numbing
chapped digits
waiting for something
like the sun to appear
let us know
the world
will be alright
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , damp, hell, numb, rain, sun, window
13 February 2009 • 1:00 pm 0
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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11 February 2009 • 9:30 pm 0
what to do
today
when I realize
my life
is one day
shorter
than yesterday
and tomorrow
is shorter still
best be grateful
for all the tomorrows
I can
while living
like there isn’t
another one coming
(D. James)
Filed under: art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , grateful, life, today, tomorrow, yesterday
6 February 2009 • 4:26 pm 0
tattooed girls
drunken boys
and cigarette smoke
everywhere
warm nights
with pimps
and hookers
working the streets
this was
the way it was
before cell phones
atm’s and the internet
when you got
on the subway
with a token
and a phone call
cost a dime
nothing wrong
with how it is now
it’s just nice to think back
now and again
to a simpler time
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , cigarettes, city, drunks, hookers, night, pimps, tattoos
4 February 2009 • 5:00 pm 0
moments
of clarity
like clean glass
seems the more
I let go
of what I think
I know
the clearer
it all becomes
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , clarity, glass, letting go
2 February 2009 • 5:00 pm 0
it wells up
into your heart
dies between there
and your throat
that longing
that passion
to live
to feel
moved
open
raw
keys
black and white
tears
clear as rain
play it again
but never tell
what it means
never put words
to beauty so soft
and lovely
(D. James)
Filed under: art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , beauty, passion, words
28 January 2009 • 5:00 pm 1
I want my life
to be like running water
flowing easily
down through
the cracks
and coming to rest
in a great natural pool
where the sun will shine
evaporating me up to the sky
becoming ominous clouds
then fall like rain
to begin again
(D. James)
Filed under: art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing , beginnings, rain, shine, sky, sun, water
