it all amounts to nothing in the end

when we were young
we talked, naively
about being older
because that’s
all we wanted

when we were older
we talked, longingly
about being young
because that’s
all we wanted

when we’re
will we talk, knowingly
about being alive?

or will we finally
be content
with where we are?

(D. James)

why a poet writes so many poems

to write something
of import

just once

a line
than the truth

that makes
think twice
their heart

it may be
in me yet
have to keep
keep writing

to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment

(D. James)

this is why I’m alone

spent the night
on the surface
of sleep

worrying about
my own
self interest

come the morning
hungry, ornery
horny, and angry

there was
nothing to do
but fight

maybe I’m not
cut out
for this
relationship thing

(D. James)

defenses down

come to me now
in the dead
of night

so that I might
hold you tight

come to me now
let me whisper
in your ear

and feel you near
knowing no fear

come to me now
so I can touch
your skin

let me drink
you in like raw gin

make me believe
in a god
and heaven
and all the angels
who sing

crush me
with your look
silence me
in a kiss

hold me
until the sun rises
and tomorrow comes
like sweet pain

(D. James)

did you say something?

you want
to say

but like a dog
with limited language
all you do is bark

of all the words
of all the sounds
of all the languages
in the world

you bark

because you realize
if every word
of every language
were known to you

they would all amount
to the nothing more
than barking

so go on
you dogs
make your statement
sing your song

bark your fucking
ass off

it’s all the same
in the end

(D. James)

worn weary

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

come morning
they were still there
in a chair
by the bed

pulled them on
with my jeans
wore them
all damn day

till they
wore me out

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

determined that
in the morning
they’d be gone

moved the chair
into the kitchen
just in case

(D. James)