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)

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)

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)

of love
happiness
listening
and support

the ups
and
the downs

in 60 seconds?

scream
be volatile

it only takes
a moment
apparently

to wipe it
all away

(D. James)

fierce thunder
barks

the air
thick and wet

Black streets
reflect lamplight

hard sound
of water falling
from a long way up

Tortured soul
of weather
wrestling
with the city
tonight

as if the sky
hurt and afraid
needs to be heard

wants its wrath
to be known
exerting some
momentary sense of control

only to lose
against the granite
and steel
blacktop and brick

The hard city
that falters in flood

but never ever
gives in
never loses
the war

(D. James)

throwing words
like punches

not caring
where they land

Uncertain
where this is
coming from

or where
it’s going

only that
I’m following
blindly

(D. James)

until we didn’t

then we weren’t
anymore

(D. James)

broken chair
broken heart

throat
raw
screaming

glass
everywhere

must have been
some fucking point

I was trying
to make

(D. James)

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)

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)