heavy wind, but no rain

Tonight
a violent wind
blows the city
to dust

Trees bend
people squint
as if in bright
sunlight

A haze
envelops the streets
women wrestle their skirts
hair tossed
every which way

A violent wind
shreds the city
tonight

Palm fronds litter
Sunset Boulevard
the homeless huddle
like refugees
in the entryway
of a long abandoned
nightclub

The weather
is the one thing
this town cannot control

(D. James)

self-referential riddle #1

If I told you
I wrote this
for the sake
of writing it

Made it up
just now as
the words for
their meaning
and nothing
more

Would it hold
weight …
respond to gravity?

Or do we have
to assign some other
definition to make it
a poem,
something greater
than what it is?

(D. James)

Nowhere, actually

They talk
and talk
then talk
some more

Saying the most
benign things
about the weather
or what someone else
has already said

I look for silence

But still they talk
and talk
without really saying
anything

In the end
I wonder …
do these words
really get us anywhere?

(D. James)

Liberal

I want to live
in a god-less
world

A place where
common-sense
and logic
triumph over
greed
insecurity
fear
and hate

A world that
puts humans
above corporations
where government
works in the interests
of the people,
all the people,
instead of against them

I want to live
in a world
where the truth
is a good thing
where knowledge
outweighs ignorance

Because frankly
I’m tired of hearing
these fantasies rooted
in gross unrealities
of heaven and hell

And I don’t think
it’s possible to move
to a better world
without forsaking
these fallacies of
nationalism
patriotism
and worst of all
religion

You can attack
me all you want
but the truth
will bear out

(D. James)