The temperature of the temporal

Nothing is permanent
not even that statement

Nothing lasts
all is temporal

We are nothing today
that we were yesterday

It only seems that way
because it’s all we have
to look forward from

(D. James)

to be young again

high heeled shoes
short black skirt
smooth legs

drive the herky-jerky
old men crazy

scratching and blinking
shaking their balding heads
remembering a time they had

wishing they weren’t
who they are
for one more day

before she walks

leaving them with
the faintest scent
of perfume

a memory
of a memory

(D. James)


how many things
don’t I know?

of all the things
in the wide world
which I know

a fraction of a fraction
of a percent

how many things
do you know?

all thoughts
all languages
from the beginning

how we think
we know
anything at all
is beyond me

(D. James)