I read DJ’s poem today
Full of fog, cold and truth
Only thing missing
a long jazz solo
to chill you to the bone
a good girl with sad eyes
and some green tea
to make words
glow a little harder
EL SEBBO
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Monthly Archives: October 2007
SF impression
City of rain
and fog
Love of Kerouac
and Ginsberg
Home of corporate
hippies
Reminds me of
the 70’s and
Karl Malden
(D. James)
The title is longer than the poet itself
I measured myself today
EL SEBBO
urban landscape
Red lights
and wet streets
Car horns
and homeless
shouts
Billboards
and fog
Sidewalks
and streetcars
Motion
Sound
and Light
(D. James)
Yellow Woman
The writer speaks
The yellow woman asks questions
nobody understands
The writer answers politely
The yellow woman smiles
Outside words are pressing
their faces to the window
wondering
EL SEBBO
every night he drinks and every morning he wishes he hadn’t
Loosing his edge
like a thread
that unravels
your sleeve
Drunk but maintaining
his balance by
closing one eye
He makes it through
another night of lies
Hums a tune
he can’t remember
the words to
but he loves it
just the same
(D. James)
Tombstone
To DJ Eldon
This is the place where
old cowboys meet
with torn leather boots
and a toothless mouth
full of tobacco
Backs hurt
Whiskey burns
Memories flare up
A sign flaps in the wind
but you can’t read it
as it stands on the opposite
side of yer heart
EL SEBBO
