Haircut haircut haircut
sittin' at Tracey's wedding
thinkin' 'bout my haircut
it didn't come out how I wanted
but things don't always, anyways
I forgot a belt today,
and the flute playing didn't go how I thought -
which is neither good or bad,
just how it is
I thought I was losing hearing in one ear,
and worried about it a little,
but watched this little girl
bopping a balloon into the air
with her head
and she really wasn't worried,
just energetically bopping the balloon,
and it reminded me of this little dog
I saw once that ran all around energetically,
and maybe a little oddly,
and I didn't find out 'til later
that the dog was totally blind
The funny thing was it almost seemed to not know it was blind,
and it definitely didn't care
or get held back in any way about it
and I thought,
it's ok that I forgot that belt,
and I can live with this haircut,
'cuz hair keeps growing and changing anyways
And what is hair?
The beautiful uncut grass of heads...
-JIM DuBois
Aug 16, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Face the Sun
Turn your face to the sun
once more,
for you truly are
a being of light,
come to life
because of explosions
in a star.
-Jim DuBois
Aug 11, 2009
once more,
for you truly are
a being of light,
come to life
because of explosions
in a star.
-Jim DuBois
Aug 11, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Ordinary Days on Planet Earth
The light from the sun
travels to earth every day,
soaks into the ground,
the dirt,
the water,
the rocks,
and the plants burst upwards
in a multitude of colors
and the animals grow
and change
and evolve,
wandering over the land
and in the sea
and the people
are simply starlight
with brains and hands
they create marvelous art and music
they solve incredible problems
with knowledge, ingenuity
and vast imaginations
they invent technology
to communicate with each other
and transform the lives
of billions
and though they
don't always know it,
they are
striving striving striving
to be good,
and kind
to one another.
-Jim DuBois
Aug 11, 2009
travels to earth every day,
soaks into the ground,
the dirt,
the water,
the rocks,
and the plants burst upwards
in a multitude of colors
and the animals grow
and change
and evolve,
wandering over the land
and in the sea
and the people
are simply starlight
with brains and hands
they create marvelous art and music
they solve incredible problems
with knowledge, ingenuity
and vast imaginations
they invent technology
to communicate with each other
and transform the lives
of billions
and though they
don't always know it,
they are
striving striving striving
to be good,
and kind
to one another.
-Jim DuBois
Aug 11, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Some Alarming Traits
You are displaying some
alarming traits lately,
Mr. DuBois.
Searching in the sandy snow-piles
for change,
wandering through town
in the middle of the day,
these are traits
one normally associates
with highly unemployed
persons.
Do you ever think about
where it might lead?
What if you found enjoyment
in all those little moments
which make up a day?
What if you never wanted
to work again?
Where would we be,
Mr. DuBois,
if everyone believed
they had a right to
the life they wanted to live?
Do you ever think about
your influences on others?
You are setting an example
with your blissfully positive
faith in the universe,
Mr. DuBois,
and I shudder to think
where we would be
if even a few others
adopted your slackerly ways.
-Jim DuBois
Feb 1, 2001
alarming traits lately,
Mr. DuBois.
Searching in the sandy snow-piles
for change,
wandering through town
in the middle of the day,
these are traits
one normally associates
with highly unemployed
persons.
Do you ever think about
where it might lead?
What if you found enjoyment
in all those little moments
which make up a day?
What if you never wanted
to work again?
Where would we be,
Mr. DuBois,
if everyone believed
they had a right to
the life they wanted to live?
Do you ever think about
your influences on others?
You are setting an example
with your blissfully positive
faith in the universe,
Mr. DuBois,
and I shudder to think
where we would be
if even a few others
adopted your slackerly ways.
-Jim DuBois
Feb 1, 2001
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I Don't Know Exactly What to Say
I was gunna
write this poem
about the feelings
I'm having
about dating you,
but there haven't been
any disasters,
and I'm not filled
with unattainable longing
and you're not at all cold
or distant
and I realized
there's no pressure
because you like
my actual natural self
and so I guess
I don't know
exactly what to say
or even exactly
how to write
a love poem
when I'm so
relaxed and happy.
-Jim DuBois
July 22, 2009
write this poem
about the feelings
I'm having
about dating you,
but there haven't been
any disasters,
and I'm not filled
with unattainable longing
and you're not at all cold
or distant
and I realized
there's no pressure
because you like
my actual natural self
and so I guess
I don't know
exactly what to say
or even exactly
how to write
a love poem
when I'm so
relaxed and happy.
-Jim DuBois
July 22, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Love note poem #1 for Kara
Hey! It's wednesday,
and I miss you!
The hugging and kissing
and especially
the love.
and I miss you!
The hugging and kissing
and especially
the love.
-Jim
July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I Wonder What Happened to Ferris Bueller
I wonder what happened
to Ferris Bueller
after his day off?
Did he pull more amazing stunts
until the end of his days
or did he get crushed
by the monotonous routines
of adult life?
Maybe he works at the Post Office
but hangs out smoking dope
with "Shaggy" (from Scooby Doo)
at night
and they talk for hours
about the good old days
when the kids were always right.
Maybe he got real fat
and loves bowling.
Maybe he doesn't give a fuck.
Maybe he's in a ditch somewhere
right now,
moaning, wishing for
the techni-color days
of high school to return.
Maybe he's dead
or a political activist
or both
or a vegetarian
or a card-carrying NRA member.
Who knows?
-Jim DuBois
July 15, 2000
to Ferris Bueller
after his day off?
Did he pull more amazing stunts
until the end of his days
or did he get crushed
by the monotonous routines
of adult life?
Maybe he works at the Post Office
but hangs out smoking dope
with "Shaggy" (from Scooby Doo)
at night
and they talk for hours
about the good old days
when the kids were always right.
Maybe he got real fat
and loves bowling.
Maybe he doesn't give a fuck.
Maybe he's in a ditch somewhere
right now,
moaning, wishing for
the techni-color days
of high school to return.
Maybe he's dead
or a political activist
or both
or a vegetarian
or a card-carrying NRA member.
Who knows?
-Jim DuBois
July 15, 2000
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Three Snakes
I saw these three snakes
and a ton of frogs
and it reminded me
of when
things like that
really mattered
-Jim DuBois
April 24, 2007
and a ton of frogs
and it reminded me
of when
things like that
really mattered
-Jim DuBois
April 24, 2007
Monday, July 6, 2009
In the Weeks Right After Josh Was Born
Once, in the weeks right after Josh was born,
I typed my thoughts into the computer,
and cried about how hard it is
to care about someone innocent
who you know
must face a hard world.
Not that I think the world is only hard.
I also think it is fantastic
and I love living.
There is so much to do,
so much I want to do.
-Jim DuBois
March 25, 2008
I typed my thoughts into the computer,
and cried about how hard it is
to care about someone innocent
who you know
must face a hard world.
Not that I think the world is only hard.
I also think it is fantastic
and I love living.
There is so much to do,
so much I want to do.
-Jim DuBois
March 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Continuing My Mission
I’m continuing my mission
to become closer
to these…
…humans, sir.
On the whole I am making
good progress:
I have walked among them,
gone to “parties”
and, in recent days,
have become intimately involved
with a woman…
She is my “girlfriend”,
as they call it
here on earth.
However,
there are times
when certain unforseen feelings
arise
and distract me
(albeit, momentarily)
from my main objective.
Jealousy,
anger,
loneliness, -
these unpleasant preoccupations
were not covered
thoroughly enough
in my training, sir.
I recommend a level 2 debriefing
for all personnel
engaged in “caring for one another”
and also for those
currently in training
to do so.
In closing,
I would like to give you
what the humans call
a “hug”.
***
It’s ok, sir:
I found them unpleasant at first, too.
With practice,
that will fade,
and one day
you might like them.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 15, 2000
to become closer
to these…
…humans, sir.
On the whole I am making
good progress:
I have walked among them,
gone to “parties”
and, in recent days,
have become intimately involved
with a woman…
She is my “girlfriend”,
as they call it
here on earth.
However,
there are times
when certain unforseen feelings
arise
and distract me
(albeit, momentarily)
from my main objective.
Jealousy,
anger,
loneliness, -
these unpleasant preoccupations
were not covered
thoroughly enough
in my training, sir.
I recommend a level 2 debriefing
for all personnel
engaged in “caring for one another”
and also for those
currently in training
to do so.
In closing,
I would like to give you
what the humans call
a “hug”.
***
It’s ok, sir:
I found them unpleasant at first, too.
With practice,
that will fade,
and one day
you might like them.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 15, 2000
Saturday, June 20, 2009
In the Winter, I saw Ducks
I hear the unceasing hum
of the traffic in the distance;
Everyone is rushing to get somewhere
and not spending much time
being anywhere.
In the winter, I saw ducks
swimming on an icy stream,
dipping their heads down into the water
to eat, like they always do.
I imagine the people turning off their cars
and placidly floating along like ducks
on the currents of life,
not controlled by those currents
and not resisting them either.
-Jim DuBois
This is an selection from my book of poetry philosophy, "Like the Sun". You can get a copy here
of the traffic in the distance;
Everyone is rushing to get somewhere
and not spending much time
being anywhere.
In the winter, I saw ducks
swimming on an icy stream,
dipping their heads down into the water
to eat, like they always do.
I imagine the people turning off their cars
and placidly floating along like ducks
on the currents of life,
not controlled by those currents
and not resisting them either.
-Jim DuBois
This is an selection from my book of poetry philosophy, "Like the Sun". You can get a copy here
Monday, June 15, 2009
Already Broken
The glass
is already
broken
The house
is already
empty
My bones
are crumbling
to dust
-JD
April 5, 1998
is already
broken
The house
is already
empty
My bones
are crumbling
to dust
-JD
April 5, 1998
Saturday, June 13, 2009
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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