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


The fool – a pre-rafaelite poem of sorts

Let me walk blindly
let me walk as I please
ignoring dangers and possibilities
let me walk like a poet
following words like butterflies
and never catching any
in my broken net
(because words are only caught by fools
who do not know they are fools)
Let me walk
pursued by dogs
and loving women
let me walk until I die
and let me walk
after my death
wherever I fancy
as what I wish
is to keep on wishing



listen to the quiet night
as the crickets tell their stories

listen as the world spins

Listen baby, listen
while the sun rises
to bring the morning

Listen now before
it’s gone

Listen to the sound
of my heart beating
to my steady breathing

Listen baby, listen
while there’s still
a bit of night left

Listen to everything
as the city sleeps
’cause tomorrow
might be too late

So listen baby, listen
as I sing the night goodbye

And listen as the early light
stretches across the sky

(D. James)


The sun rose today
but I missed it
my eyes still blinded
by night and punctuated by stars
The sun rose today
and I didn’t
preferring to ignore
the glorious colors
to the monochrome black
The sun rose today
and I didn’t care
as I embraced
a lovely shadow
slightly smelling
of cinnamon


A clap of thunder

A clap of thunder
in a clear blue sky
or the strange reflection
of something not quite there
are our daily mysteries
so sit down
have a coffee
read the paper
and finally
accept yourself
as the ultimate mystery


of a dark mind

Speak softly
to yourself
as you wander
the night
of the mind

will settle itself
and bliss comes
in some form
even if only
for a moment

Another misspent night
of lost and hopeless

Light a last cigarette
like a candle
for the dead

Watch the sky
for the blue light
of a new day

Only then can you
lay down
and rest
your weary

(D. James)

Hermosa corona

Hermosa corona
shining high above the clouds
just out of reach of my wanting fingers
Hermosa corona
beautiful face wrapped
in silk and gold
you could be a vision
but your materiality
drags me down
Hermosa corona
if only you could
be a poem
a word an image
and disappear
as soon as
you were pronounced
Hermosa corona
I wish I could could
hold you in my hands
but they are tied
behind my back
and praying won’t help
Hermosa corona
your indifference
is truth
your glitter
and your power
Hermosa corona
I run in circles
after myself
please let me
have you




The re is no mystery
in an open hand
but as we walk
our teeth grow back
into our gums
and our bones
shatter like ice
We try to laugh it off
but a howling wind
comes out of our lungs
and specks of our blood
decorate the sky’s blue cupola
There is no mystery
in an open hand
but the closed fist
hanging over our heads
is following us
like the shadow of something
we knew or thought we knew


stay the night

stay with me
in this terrible

tomorrow will come
too soon

and I’ll
be gone

leaving you here
with little to say

even less
to hear

so stay with
me now

while I wait out
the night

wading through
the darkness
of my mind

only a bit longer
and tomorrow

then there will be
new battles

not like this
not all

(D. James)


It is the time
when windows
are becoming walls
and children voices
are elongating
in the gardens
It is the time
when somethíng rattles
inside your chest
and you wonder
if death will come
and teach you
how to dance
It is the time
when you evaluate
all the things
you have said
and you realize
they can be summarized
in a single word
It is the time
when the sky darkens
and becomes this impossible blue
you have tried for so long
to imitate in your soul
to no avail
It is the time
when finally
turn to gold



New York
is where you come
to be known

even, if only,
in small ways

The pizzaman
who calls you buddy …
“Hey buddy.”
“What you need buddy?”

The guy at
the cigar shop
who silently nods

or the homeless man
who says, “Hi, how are you?”
then quietly, “can I
get a little help?”

The bar
on the corner
the diner
down the street

Everyone greets you
like a friend

This is how you know
you’re home

(D. James)


Q: Why can we always feel when something bad is going to happen but never something good?
A: Because there are more bad things than good things happening to us.

Q: Why are there more bad things than good things happening to us?
A: Because we are cursed.

Q: Why are we cursed?
A: Because we are free.

Q: Is freedom a good thing or a bad thing?
A: It is a very good thing. That’s why we can’t feel anything.