Let's go on crazy weird adventures, Tony.
Let's go on crazy weird adventures, Bob.
Where is that animal within?
Where is that crazy primal essence of life?
Let's find it!
Let's bring it out to the people!
Olé!
-Jim DuBois
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Coulda Been (a few days ago)
You coulda been mine, yeah...
you coulda been mine, but...
...yeah, you coulda been mine.
-JD
you coulda been mine, but...
...yeah, you coulda been mine.
-JD
Dream Roads (June 23 2007)
Walking down a familiar dirt road,
I feel content,
and then I realize
I have never been there before -
except in other dreams,
and that there's a whole
landscape I visit over and over
in dreams (and memories of other dream roads)
and then I realize
even those memories
are dreamed up.
-Jim DuBois
I feel content,
and then I realize
I have never been there before -
except in other dreams,
and that there's a whole
landscape I visit over and over
in dreams (and memories of other dream roads)
and then I realize
even those memories
are dreamed up.
-Jim DuBois
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Jenny It's Friday (Dec 15, 2006)
Jenny,
it's friday
and I want a hamburger,
and if it was summer
we could walk down
to Serio's
and get some,
so where the heck are you?
And where has summer gone?
-Jim
it's friday
and I want a hamburger,
and if it was summer
we could walk down
to Serio's
and get some,
so where the heck are you?
And where has summer gone?
-Jim
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
And Love is Like (May 11, 2005)
Love is like
a demon loan officer
possessing and re-possessing
my heart,
demanding timely payments
of imagination and memory,
held at bay
only by obscure signs
of blood and fire.
And love is like
a lion you find unexpectedly
in your home.
You fling scraps of poetry-covered paper
at it in a wild despair,
hoping
it will be delayed long enough
for you to escape out the
window.
Love is like a tornado,
scattering your carefully arranged loneliness.
Love is your shadow.
-Jim DuBois
a demon loan officer
possessing and re-possessing
my heart,
demanding timely payments
of imagination and memory,
held at bay
only by obscure signs
of blood and fire.
And love is like
a lion you find unexpectedly
in your home.
You fling scraps of poetry-covered paper
at it in a wild despair,
hoping
it will be delayed long enough
for you to escape out the
window.
Love is like a tornado,
scattering your carefully arranged loneliness.
Love is your shadow.
-Jim DuBois
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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