I'm sorry
you gave up hope
so long ago
-- but cut it out!
the world needs you back.
-Jim
Jan 28, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Long Dream of the Stars
...like galactic sentinels
...like guideposts
...like will-o-the-wisps
of the deep vast cold
...like angry protesters
of the darkness
...like fiery anchors
dropped into space
...like mitochondria
of an emerging super-being
-Jim
Jan 31, 2011
...like guideposts
...like will-o-the-wisps
of the deep vast cold
...like angry protesters
of the darkness
...like fiery anchors
dropped into space
...like mitochondria
of an emerging super-being
-Jim
Jan 31, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
There's Still Time
There's still time
to surprise me,
to show up randomly at my door
and pledge yourself
to the revolution
and to me,
to don your old heroic gear
and enter the battle
once more,
to open up your mouth
and say no
to the things that need
to be said no to,
to stand up,
to fight for love,
to reach for other humans,
to be brave,
to open your heart.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 28, 2011
to surprise me,
to show up randomly at my door
and pledge yourself
to the revolution
and to me,
to don your old heroic gear
and enter the battle
once more,
to open up your mouth
and say no
to the things that need
to be said no to,
to stand up,
to fight for love,
to reach for other humans,
to be brave,
to open your heart.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 28, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Return of the Slacker - The Book

I made a book out of the last three years of this blog, and you can get a copy, which contains all 182 entries, as well as a color print on the cover of a painting I made. It's really fun to have.
Get a copy here
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Sweetheart
I hear the footsteps
of my sweetheart
ascending the steps
of our building
Now, all I have to do
is meet her
-Jim DuBois
March 13, 1998
of my sweetheart
ascending the steps
of our building
Now, all I have to do
is meet her
-Jim DuBois
March 13, 1998
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
The Enemy of Imagination
He was the enemy of imagination,
you couldn't draw him,
or even imagine what he looked like.
Whenever you would try,
you just saw images like grey fog at twilight
and a foot disappearing behind a door.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 14, 2003
you couldn't draw him,
or even imagine what he looked like.
Whenever you would try,
you just saw images like grey fog at twilight
and a foot disappearing behind a door.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 14, 2003
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