I dream that I am awake
talking to you
when I wake
alone
see the dormant
phone
it’s as if falling
from a great height
and the big black crow
out the window
he yells “fool”
but I know better
very soon now
the phone rings
(D James)
I dream that I am awake
talking to you
when I wake
alone
see the dormant
phone
it’s as if falling
from a great height
and the big black crow
out the window
he yells “fool”
but I know better
very soon now
the phone rings
(D James)
sometimes it is silent
and sometimes it is loud
sometimes we think it
needs attention
sometimes we want
more
sometimes we give it
and sometimes we take
but really
all it
needs
is to be
(D James)
this thing
that runs through my heart
like a freight train
knocks me down
and lifts me up
at the same time
brings me joy
and reminds me
to stay open
be vulnerable
this thing
unnameable
random
vast
deep
it knows no bounds
reaches deep inside
blows me away
scatters the pieces
to the darkest edges
of the universe
and somehow
makes me whole
again
how do you do that?
(D James)
it is the nights
that are most difficult
waiting
wanting
for the morning
that brings your voice
it is the nights
that are long
sleepless
restless​
hoping for a world
where 1+1=1
it is the nights
it is the nights
it is the nights
when darkness
grips my heart
renders me incapable
until the dawn
returns you to me
d. james
forgetting that thing
I was going to check
wandering around the web
lost in its tangential branches
late night
grows later
as internet minutes
never correspond to clock time
eyes close
a finger rests
on a repeating key
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
(D James)
it’s not that I can’t sleep
it’s that I don’t want to
an old habit
one that’s returned
with age
like a child
overtired
afraid I might
miss something
the city at rest
a cloud moving across the night sky
a song on the radio
or mother’s return
I stay up
waiting for the sun
waiting for something
to happen
until I’m too tired
to be tired
then I’ll go to sleep
(D. James)
must do
must always do
be doing
or be dead
action
moves the world
no time for anything
other than the doing
the being
is busy
busy
being busy
with all the doing
rushing
to the end
gold watch
and a monthly check
then a trip to eternity
never wondering
until it’s too late
where all this busy business
really gets us
(D James)