Blind wet candy wax
worry dog window cake
translucent thing think
essential rhythm fish
- Jim DuBois
c 1999
Friday, October 7, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Lying
When we were 7 or 8,
we used to piss
off the stone wall
by the street.
Jeff's father
asked him
if we did.
Jeff said no.
His father said
"that's called lying."
After that, we'd say
"I have to lie"
and go piss
off the wall.
-Jim DuBois
April 19, 2005
we used to piss
off the stone wall
by the street.
Jeff's father
asked him
if we did.
Jeff said no.
His father said
"that's called lying."
After that, we'd say
"I have to lie"
and go piss
off the wall.
-Jim DuBois
April 19, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Wading Through Time
Wading through time
like drunken soldiers,
killing time
wasting time,
like totally wasting it, man
Like some kind of
Lazy heroes
-Jim DuBois
2004?
like drunken soldiers,
killing time
wasting time,
like totally wasting it, man
Like some kind of
Lazy heroes
-Jim DuBois
2004?
Monday, September 19, 2011
Bulldozing my Childhood
They are bulldozing my childhood,
burying my memories
under the foundations
of another new subdivision,
quietly making a buck,
and severing some nasty roots
to make way
for another american dream.
-Jim DuBois
1999?
burying my memories
under the foundations
of another new subdivision,
quietly making a buck,
and severing some nasty roots
to make way
for another american dream.
-Jim DuBois
1999?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
First Love (running through the snow)
All we really had were those shining moments,
sleeping together
under the grey wings
of winter,
Running through the snow
beneath the sheltering sky
between long dreams
and desires for which we
had no voice.
-Jim DuBois
Summer 1997
sleeping together
under the grey wings
of winter,
Running through the snow
beneath the sheltering sky
between long dreams
and desires for which we
had no voice.
-Jim DuBois
Summer 1997
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
What Was Revealed
Like someone turning up the volume
when you didn't know the music was playing
Like scattering clouds from
the face of the sun
Like a thousand folded days
stuffed into fragile boxes
and thrown to the wind,
blooming like instant flowers
wherever they land,
growing like vines
that hold the world together.
-Jim DuBois
April 21, 2004
when you didn't know the music was playing
Like scattering clouds from
the face of the sun
Like a thousand folded days
stuffed into fragile boxes
and thrown to the wind,
blooming like instant flowers
wherever they land,
growing like vines
that hold the world together.
-Jim DuBois
April 21, 2004
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Say Something!
Many years ago now,
I had this unbearable
crush on a librarian
at the Forbes library.
It was the kind of crush
that left me
unable to talk
in her presence.
I would go by
every few days
and get out books
just to see if she
was there,
and invariably,
if she was,
utter a timid thanks
and leave.
It was so unbearable
that I resolved one day
to say something
next time,
no matter what.
(Now, I must tell you
that I have made
resolutions of that nature
before
and they usually don't work
- one time I had resolved
to say something
to a woman I kept seeing
on the sidewalks downtown
and the pressure built up
so much
that I
jumped behind a tree
to hide
the next time
I saw her coming.)
So, I go to the library
and my crush is there.
She takes my book
to check it out
and I am saying
(in my head,)
"Do it! Say something!
Now is the chance!
Seize the day!
You never know what will happen!"
but I'm feeling like
it will be very awkward.
This battle continues
for a bit
as I stare down
at my library card
in my hands.
Then I look up,
and say (out loud),
"My library card
is made out of paper!"
There is this brief
yet horrifying pause
and then she says,
sounding eager to talk to me,
"Oh yes, and now,
you can get plastic ones!"
And that was
real progress for me.
I planned to follow it up
on other days,
with equally chatty statements,
but unfortunately,
that was the last time
I ever saw her.
-Jim DuBois
August 24, 2011
I had this unbearable
crush on a librarian
at the Forbes library.
It was the kind of crush
that left me
unable to talk
in her presence.
I would go by
every few days
and get out books
just to see if she
was there,
and invariably,
if she was,
utter a timid thanks
and leave.
It was so unbearable
that I resolved one day
to say something
next time,
no matter what.
(Now, I must tell you
that I have made
resolutions of that nature
before
and they usually don't work
- one time I had resolved
to say something
to a woman I kept seeing
on the sidewalks downtown
and the pressure built up
so much
that I
jumped behind a tree
to hide
the next time
I saw her coming.)
So, I go to the library
and my crush is there.
She takes my book
to check it out
and I am saying
(in my head,)
"Do it! Say something!
Now is the chance!
Seize the day!
You never know what will happen!"
but I'm feeling like
it will be very awkward.
This battle continues
for a bit
as I stare down
at my library card
in my hands.
Then I look up,
and say (out loud),
"My library card
is made out of paper!"
There is this brief
yet horrifying pause
and then she says,
sounding eager to talk to me,
"Oh yes, and now,
you can get plastic ones!"
And that was
real progress for me.
I planned to follow it up
on other days,
with equally chatty statements,
but unfortunately,
that was the last time
I ever saw her.
-Jim DuBois
August 24, 2011
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