All I had left
was
The quietness
of
My own footsteps
-Jim DuBois
May 30, 1999
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Far Reaches of the Galaxy
Lately,
I’ve been having this fantasy
that I’m travelling
through the far-reaches
of the galaxy
I’m riding alone
aboard this spacecraft
and there’s nothing to do
except relax
and see where I end up
Worrying won’t help you
when you are millions of miles away
from where you want
to be,
And I have accepted this
and appreciate the nearby stars
and my sturdy ship
But I am waiting for that
garbled subspace transmission,
(which I think will arrive any day now
from the higher life-forms
on planet earth)
which says,
“You’ve paid your dues,
it’s time
to come home.”
-Jim DuBois
1998
I’ve been having this fantasy
that I’m travelling
through the far-reaches
of the galaxy
I’m riding alone
aboard this spacecraft
and there’s nothing to do
except relax
and see where I end up
Worrying won’t help you
when you are millions of miles away
from where you want
to be,
And I have accepted this
and appreciate the nearby stars
and my sturdy ship
But I am waiting for that
garbled subspace transmission,
(which I think will arrive any day now
from the higher life-forms
on planet earth)
which says,
“You’ve paid your dues,
it’s time
to come home.”
-Jim DuBois
1998
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Crows
But those crows
up in the bare
winter trees
Reminded me
how to live:
Go somewhere,
Open up your mouth
and make some noise,
Go somewhere else.
Repeat.
-Jim DuBois
2000?
up in the bare
winter trees
Reminded me
how to live:
Go somewhere,
Open up your mouth
and make some noise,
Go somewhere else.
Repeat.
-Jim DuBois
2000?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Earth's Last Poets
Scrawling defiant love poems
on the debris of a crumbling society
Flinging meaning-laden words
into the abyss of consumerism
Bearing the human standard
inches ahead of the flames of war
-Jim DuBois
Aug 1, 2005
on the debris of a crumbling society
Flinging meaning-laden words
into the abyss of consumerism
Bearing the human standard
inches ahead of the flames of war
-Jim DuBois
Aug 1, 2005
Friday, May 8, 2009
The green champagne bottle
The green champagne bottle
on the side of the road
reminded me of being young.
We used to play in the old junkyards
behind the barn,
collecting the pretty blue bottles,
the miniature bottles,
and the large rusty cans
and scraps of metal
which we couldn’t determine
a past identity for.
We stocked a boulder fortress
on the frontier of our exploration
with such goods,
and wondered how people could have
thrown them out in the first place,
since they were still interesting
and useful.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 3, 2003
on the side of the road
reminded me of being young.
We used to play in the old junkyards
behind the barn,
collecting the pretty blue bottles,
the miniature bottles,
and the large rusty cans
and scraps of metal
which we couldn’t determine
a past identity for.
We stocked a boulder fortress
on the frontier of our exploration
with such goods,
and wondered how people could have
thrown them out in the first place,
since they were still interesting
and useful.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 3, 2003
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