Sometimes desire is so simple:
wanting to go walk around
in the fading light.
-JD
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
More Hobbies of an Unemployed Poet (May 21, 2005)
I guess I'm
collecting feathers
again
And aimless moments.
Wandering in the lost places
again
like the hillside below the abandoned state hospital
and the broad empty lawns of Amherst College.
-Jim
collecting feathers
again
And aimless moments.
Wandering in the lost places
again
like the hillside below the abandoned state hospital
and the broad empty lawns of Amherst College.
-Jim
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Unknown and Unfinished (July 31, 2001)
I was lost.
Unknown and unfinished,
I sat in the parking lot
while the rain threatened to fall
and finally did.
-Jim
Unknown and unfinished,
I sat in the parking lot
while the rain threatened to fall
and finally did.
-Jim
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Brief Encounters (Sept 5, 2000)
I saw the fading slogans
of ever lasting love
decorating the rusty railroad bridge
in dare-devil
spots.
I wondered about
the people who wrote them,
10, 15, 20 years ago.
I wondered
if they still
remembered.
I thought of you
and I wondered if
our brief encounters
were like those slogans,
thrown up in a momentary abandon,
left like relics
for future lovers to find
and wonder over.
-Jim DuBois
of ever lasting love
decorating the rusty railroad bridge
in dare-devil
spots.
I wondered about
the people who wrote them,
10, 15, 20 years ago.
I wondered
if they still
remembered.
I thought of you
and I wondered if
our brief encounters
were like those slogans,
thrown up in a momentary abandon,
left like relics
for future lovers to find
and wonder over.
-Jim DuBois
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Universal Echoes of an Ancient Truth (July 1, 2006)
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
filtering down
through the technological canopy
of today
distorted
by cellphone towers
and cheap plastic goods
corrupted
by escalating vices
and polluted waterways
forgotten
beneath a mountain
of pop-up windows
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
seen here and there
in thrift shops
and the crazy buttery eyes
of select strangers
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
whispering between the words
of religious propaganda
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
-Jim DuBois
of an ancient truth
filtering down
through the technological canopy
of today
distorted
by cellphone towers
and cheap plastic goods
corrupted
by escalating vices
and polluted waterways
forgotten
beneath a mountain
of pop-up windows
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
seen here and there
in thrift shops
and the crazy buttery eyes
of select strangers
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
whispering between the words
of religious propaganda
Universal echoes
of an ancient truth
-Jim DuBois
Saturday, August 23, 2008
It Doesn't Turn Out Like in the Movies (Feb 25, 2005)
There's that face in the crowd,
a random person in a sea of strangers,
that sets your heart on fire,
and it doesn't turn out like in the movies,
because you never meet them,
and your struggle to tell them you love them
never gets resolved, one way or another.
You just go on seeing them every once in a while,
heart-aching, trying not to let on, trying not to care,
wondering why it seems to matter to begin with,
but not understanding how you can do nothing,
or how you could do anything, anyway.
-Jim DuBois
a random person in a sea of strangers,
that sets your heart on fire,
and it doesn't turn out like in the movies,
because you never meet them,
and your struggle to tell them you love them
never gets resolved, one way or another.
You just go on seeing them every once in a while,
heart-aching, trying not to let on, trying not to care,
wondering why it seems to matter to begin with,
but not understanding how you can do nothing,
or how you could do anything, anyway.
-Jim DuBois
Friday, August 15, 2008
Sitting Outside State Street *
Everybody's rushing around here
but I don't know
what to do next.
I ate a banana
and a peach
and now
I'm sitting outside State Street
watching the cars go by.
-Jim
* State Street is short for State Street Fruit Store, a grocery store near where I live.
but I don't know
what to do next.
I ate a banana
and a peach
and now
I'm sitting outside State Street
watching the cars go by.
-Jim
* State Street is short for State Street Fruit Store, a grocery store near where I live.
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