Falling fast now
through this life
Waiting for that
never-coming
something
to happen
Not sure
if this is sadness
or the edge
of madness
Each day
goes by and
all I want to do
is stop
(D. James)
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Monthly Archives: January 2008
Hurry on up
It’s a foggy day
can’t see more than my hands
maybe it’s a good thing
maybe it ain’t
but at least in this freezing weather
I’ve only one way to go
yippie-yay-oh
EL SEBBO
The discontent of winter
Damp clouds
like steel cotton
darken the day
Rain falls heavy
on the city
Good time
to be drunk
if only
I still drank
Maybe I should
leave town
or become
a fish
(D. James)
Toothcrash
If only I had a head
so I could get a headache
If only I had a tooth
so I could crush pain like candy
If only I had a hand
so I could squeeze it all
If only I had a heart
so I could watch it beat
If only I wasn’t a poem
so I could
so I could
so I could
EL SEBBO
winter blues (or what not to do with a gun)
Cold seeps
through cracks
in the unfit
windows
A distant memory,
the sun, hides
in dark cotton
Life bleeds out
on dirty linoleum
and I can’t
feel my feet
anymore
(D. James)
Stuck (or why we are poets)
Reality is not what
you make of it
Reality is what
you don’t want it to be
EL SEBBO
distant voices
In the garden
of silence
All sound
becomes peaceful
There is nothing
to say
(D. James)
