Cafe Reggio

The rain comes down
on MacDougal Street

as tea goes cold
in the cup

and the Chinese girls
speak Mandarin

while the rain
comes down
on MacDougal Street

Italian opera plays
as the waitress
bumps through
the crowded tables
and chairs

Outside
people run
under coats
like silent Banshees
on parade

while the rain
comes down
on MacDougal Street

The awning
catches a gust
of wind like laundry
drying in the sun

Drunk girls
puff unsuccessfully
on damp cigarettes

With the check comes
the smiling-for-the-tip smile
and time to call it a night

while the rain
comes down
on MacDougal Street

(D. James)

Hell or some other place

This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
The ships have sailed
and the planes have left
their esoteric signs
of the sky’s blue wall
We didn’t ask to come
and no one invited us
but we are here
and it’s definitely not there
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
Some of us are hungry
and some of us are sad
I am lucky to be loved
You are lucky to be blind
The poker tables are full
and smoking is allowed
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
Don’t thank me for our journey
It wasn’t the one that planned
There is a toast stuck in the toaster
and the flames are raging high
You left your coffee untouched
and outside the sun is nodding
Everything is familiar
yet none of it is mine
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat
I guess we could say goodbye
or greet each other in tears
there are many wars out there
their fumes obscuring our lungs
I guess I should say I’m sorry
but I have yet to learn these words
This is another place
my friend
and we are becoming meat

EL SEBBO

Strength

Like love
strength
is a potentiality
the coiled steel spring
the flexed muscle
the fluttering of an eyelash
a laughter
gas in the tank
like love
strength
is
somewhere
between
you
and yourself
a shadow
as faithful
as shadows
can be

EL SEBBO

small plans

Always the big plan
the big win
big project
dreaming of
the big money

Long trips in difficult ways
and torrid love affairs

Always the prettiest girls
coolest motorcycles
fastest cars
Never the small plan
the plain girl
the day-to-day
of working a job

What about
the simple things?
quart of milk
feed the cat
“what’s on TV”?

Don’t want
to do the homework
learn the basics
and never, ever
take the bus

(D. James)

what I want from you

bring me a little
peace

bring me some
solace

bring me to my
knees

keep me from
harm

keep me alive
until I no longer
make sense

then have the decency
to pull the plug
squeeze the trigger
slip the needle in

whatever it takes
to keep the end
quick and painless

do this because
you love me

do it because
you hate me

just do it
when the hour
is right
so that tomorrow
never comes

(D. James)

Virtue

‘s like quicksilver rolling in the palm of your hand
a strong card with many colors
a woman who can stare you down
a poem you thought long forgotten
‘s like a spot of darkness in the middle of light
a sword in a merciful hand
a shameless kiss on the mouth
something you miss but you don’t know why
something you miss but you don’t know why

EL SEBBO

she said no

Just give me two minutes
I promise to be brief
as I try to make some sense
of what I’m feeling

Through the chemically induced
alcohol driven, nicotine fit I’m on
there’s a tiny point of light
that I think might help if I
could just focus on it long
enough to hear the message

Just two fucking minutes
was all I asked
to get my head together
and realize what I wanted
most to say

But she walked away
so I lay on the floor
and lied to myself
that she’d come back
and listen to it all

(D. James)