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Donkeys and Elephants

I wrote another of my faux-poems last night, this one political in nature. That's not usually my MO. This one has taken off on Stumble Upon and has been delivered over 600 times in the last 18 hours or so. Nuts! Anyway, here you go. today we talked of politics,the way things a...

It's True; It's Everything

This conversational style,It's hard to get used to.I'm sitting on the edgeof the tubsmoking, drinking a cheapBelgian white,writing about what I'm doing.It's hardly poetic,as I'm hardly poetic,but it's all I can doto keep writing,but I doand that's something. That's everything....

Saturday Revisited

Saturday again.Smoking again.Writing again.Bathroom, filthy, still.Interpol, next room,rocking.Closed doors,Room as resonating chamber,Perfect environment. Smoky sky outsideToday.Vague, uncomfortable feelingMay be motivationAgain.Buckle down.Temporary. Bele Chere:Queer as hell...

All Gay

I realized today, that sinceI have been smoking in myroom, I haven't written anything. It seems I need to separatemyself from whatever I'm doing,like sitting a small bath-typeroom, to remember to write. That's gay. So, here I am, all gay,smoking in my bathroom,writing a poem,...

Turn It Down

Mixing down, you suggested:Turn the volume down.It's counter-intuitive.If you listen loud,everything is out in the open.Ear fatigue comes quickly. I don't like to be wrong,or at least uninformed.That trick,turn the volume down,works like a charm.At a whisper,what is standing o...

Leave Me Be

And here is change;As you want itso it is.It finds you wreckedand leaves you to wonderis this it?I look around and...That's not true.I've been ignoringeverything.If I have chosen wisely,that would explain this feelingof dread.This weight upon my being.This sadness...It burnsbr...

Different For a Day

When I think about myselfI think in past tenseBut when I think about thatI wonder why that isIt feels exactly the same nowas it didA long time agoI hear my voice chantingthe samesad mantra, callingthe samespadesspadesSo why choose then over nowTo place my better daysWhen every...

Scheduled Maintenance

I need to replace the rotting boardson the front porch,but I probably won't.I should fix the sagging sidingas well,but why bother?Most of these walls need a coatof new paint,but it's never going to happen. Not to mention under the house,pipes and insulation,that's way out of m...

Self Portrait

Keeping busy seems to keep me at easethough my natural state is sleep walking To write and to sing helps me focus and thinkin a way that helps make me less crazy I want to pile it highbut have a rough timegetting started It may all go unnoticedand unappreciatedbut that's not w...

Mama Cita's

The fare of a white peopleburrito shopsits in my gut like a stone. It's a funny thing about white peopleburrito shops,their burritos are shaped like stones. This place was good, not an exceptionto the stone rule,but there were honest-to-goodnessmexicansworking there.You know.....