The amazing poet that hides in my head and only comes out when no one is around

Something about speed
and my mind

how quickly thoughts move
created and forgotten
before I can even write
them down

Moments of shear genius
(to me)
that I’m rarely ever
able to get right
on the page

So in my mind
I’m Frank O’Hara
I’m Pablo Neruda
I’m Jack fucking Kerouac

But on the page …
on the page
I’m a stumbling
who can’t even spell

But in my mind …
in my mind
I’m the goddamn
demigod of poetic fire

If only …
If only I could live the
life in my head and
not the one
on the page of the world

D. James

publishing blues in f-sharp

At first they love it
“love it”

Then on second
reading there are


But they can be overcome
“with some work”

more work
another month of

Then they don’t return your
phone calls

they disappear,
fall off the face of the earth

but no redemption
for the sin of writing

D. James

“Down comes the night”


Dead-end job
driving alone
in the company van

All those miles
from home

Radio plays a song
from a long way back

Guitar sounds
“Listen to the wind blow
watch the sun rise”

And you are suddenly
awash in memories

Volume up to full now
“Damn your love
Damn your lies”

Pound the drumbeat
on the steering wheel

You are here
and there
at the same time
except now, unlike then,
you feel free

“Never break the chain”

D. James
(song lyrics lifted without permission … sue me)

Sky blues

looking for something in the sky
reflected in my eye in the sky
objects are larger than they appear
in the mirror of your soul
rocket to the moon
my heart slowly suffocates
like a sweet-eyed Laika
oh la-la-la
space conquest is a lonely business
that’s why all poets
are astronauts
my eye in the sky
telescope of love
and distant emotions