there are things I’ve done
that I would never tell
things I’ve said
I want to unsay
things I’ve seen
that do not disappear
by closing my eyes
thoughts
that cannot be unthought
rationalized
justified
explained away
apparently
you know what
I mean
because here
in the shadows
they say everyone
is hiding something
(D James)
let’s run away
she’d say
find
a place
where they
can’t find us
let’s run away
someplace warm
where the sun
always shines
find
that spot
where time
stands still
let’s run away
before we’re too old
let’s run away
before this life
kills us
let’s run away
let’s run away
let’s run away
at least until
the morning comes
(D. James)
disposable poetry 