Early morning is like
a foreign country,
populated mainly
by birds
and
empty soda cans
-Jim DuBois
April 26,1999
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
wtf #2
crumble jacket oxygen salt oil abduction
summer blast maple smudge battery bombast
strict chalk vine bungle brake return
-Jim DuBois
April 15 2005
summer blast maple smudge battery bombast
strict chalk vine bungle brake return
-Jim DuBois
April 15 2005
Friday, October 7, 2011
essential rhythm fish
Blind wet candy wax
worry dog window cake
translucent thing think
essential rhythm fish
- Jim DuBois
c 1999
worry dog window cake
translucent thing think
essential rhythm fish
- Jim DuBois
c 1999
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
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