If we told the truth
it would be a story of:
fucking
fighting
loving
hating
hurting
crying
shitting
sweating
chewing
farting
burping
puking
breathing
pissing
scratching
thinking
talking
swearing
yelling
whimpering
lying
longing
wondering
wanting
cringing
laughing
running
wishing
touching
holding
and
dying
-Jim
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Stuart
I wish they'd named me
Stuart,
'Cause then I coulda
been nicknamed
"Primordial Stu",
And I woulda
jumped around
like a monkey
And started
a rock band.
-Jim
Stuart,
'Cause then I coulda
been nicknamed
"Primordial Stu",
And I woulda
jumped around
like a monkey
And started
a rock band.
-Jim
Dear Mr. Frost
Dear Mr. Frost,
I slapped some words
on a page today
and called it
a poem.
I know you wouldn't approve,
but you are dead
and I
am not.
-Jim
I slapped some words
on a page today
and called it
a poem.
I know you wouldn't approve,
but you are dead
and I
am not.
-Jim
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Hidden Landscapes (June 2003, May 10 2006)
I don’t mean to alarm you,
but just outside the yard
there’s a pulsing landscape,
filled with ever-blooming flowers
and the un-dimmed dreams of youth.
All you need to do is raise your eyes
ever so slightly from the TV,
and cast your glance out the window
at the billowing clouds or
the momentary flight of birds,
or the sun going down
over the hills,
and
Bam!
you might never find your way
back.
- Jim
but just outside the yard
there’s a pulsing landscape,
filled with ever-blooming flowers
and the un-dimmed dreams of youth.
All you need to do is raise your eyes
ever so slightly from the TV,
and cast your glance out the window
at the billowing clouds or
the momentary flight of birds,
or the sun going down
over the hills,
and
Bam!
you might never find your way
back.
- Jim
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Strip Away the Tattoos
Strip away
the tattoos
Throw out
the designer belt
Remove
the nose-ring
and other assorted studs
Get out
of your car
Discard
your keys
Destroy
your IDs
and bank cards
Quit
your job
Forget
your date-of-birth
Erase
your name
- Jim DuBois
Nov 20, 2005
the tattoos
Throw out
the designer belt
Remove
the nose-ring
and other assorted studs
Get out
of your car
Discard
your keys
Destroy
your IDs
and bank cards
Quit
your job
Forget
your date-of-birth
Erase
your name
- Jim DuBois
Nov 20, 2005
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The night cousin Ed met Genghis Khan (May 14, 2006)
The night cousin Ed
met Genghis Khan
at the edge
of the Gobi desert
and they raced
stolen tractors til dawn
while drunk on plum-blossom wine
stolen from the forbidden city.
Actually, plundered.
Plundered is a better word for it.
Plundered plum wine
and stolen tractors.
Good old cousin Ed
and crazy Genghis Khan,
lord of the mongol hordes.
What an unlikely friendship.
Wow!
But they’ve been pen-pals
ever since.
-Jim
met Genghis Khan
at the edge
of the Gobi desert
and they raced
stolen tractors til dawn
while drunk on plum-blossom wine
stolen from the forbidden city.
Actually, plundered.
Plundered is a better word for it.
Plundered plum wine
and stolen tractors.
Good old cousin Ed
and crazy Genghis Khan,
lord of the mongol hordes.
What an unlikely friendship.
Wow!
But they’ve been pen-pals
ever since.
-Jim
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Unexpected (May 17 2008)
I slept so well
I forgot
what day it was
I saw
an ex-girlfriend
on the street
I got
a check
for $6.41
Then, wow!
free condoms
- Jim
I forgot
what day it was
I saw
an ex-girlfriend
on the street
I got
a check
for $6.41
Then, wow!
free condoms
- Jim
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