Sometimes

Sometimes you see the shadows
But miss the birds


-Jim DuBois
Sept 4, 1999

All I had left

All I had left
    was
The quietness
    of
My own footsteps


-Jim DuBois
May 30, 1999

Sometimes

Sometimes...

well, you know

Sometimes
    maybe
        whatever

-Jim
Sept 30, 2000

Untitled

It could be me,
It could be you,
It could be as soon as Now


-Jim DuBois
Oct 14, 2004

Spring

Dirty snow melt-off
trickles down the drain
  - spring is here!

-Jim

Another Short Poem

Sittin' here,
doin' nothin',
it's all
Sun and Now
and Whatever

-Jim DuBois

The Sound of What If

The sound of what if
The sound of whatever
Some days it's 'ooo, ahh'
And some days it's 'oh well'


-Jim DuBois

Mini-Skirt

She wore that mini-skirt
like a chain around her neck.


-JD
1997?

The Sun (Dec 13, 2008)

There is a first
and a last time
you ever see the sun.

-Jim

Weight

If that weight
was lifted,
how would you live?

- Jim

Facebook

Jim is relaxed. 1:41am
Jim needs paper bags. 1:50am
Jim is pondering the wisdom of the sages. 1:50am
Jim is maybe calling this a poem. 1:54am


-Jim

Paper-cut

I got a paper-cut
opening my health insurance
notice.

- Jim DuBois

Coulda Been (a few days ago)

You coulda been mine, yeah...
you coulda been mine, but...
...yeah, you coulda been mine.

-JD

Oct 27, 2008

Caught up by desire,
suddenly afraid of a real yes
because of "what if?"


-JD

Short Poems, Short Affair

All fucked-up
      and tender-hearted,
waiting for you to call

Long, open-hearted hours,
at the green bus stop,
      and in my dream-like room

I love you already,
I miss you
      even after one day

Real love is so simple
I don't have much to say about it,
      but I want to keep saying it

Confusing conversation -
you like me... but...
not ready right now?

All fucked-up
      and broken-hearted,
and wishing you were mine

I kissed you goodnight
I took that flower you gave me out of my pocket
I put your number back with all my other numbers


-JD

Desire

Sometimes desire is so simple:

wanting to go walk around
in the fading light.


-JD

Poetic Grace (July 13, 2007)

I read about meaning
  and poetic grace
  and then
I fixed my toilet


        -Jim DuBois