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



A bird
flew so close

I felt a flutter
of air on my ear

For me it was
a literal brush
with nature

For the bird
it was nothing

I could imbue
some human emotion
on the bird
but it would
be false

As the bird
only knows

Eat and Sing and Fly
and nothing more

It is I who has
the overcomplicated
life full of conflicting
emotions that need
serious analysis

The bird is
just a bird

D. James