Gandalf Gets Married

In a basement somewhere...

"A great evil
is rising again
in the south,
and we must..."

"Gandalf!
Did you take out
the garbage yet?!"

"The garbage
must wait!
There is a
great evil..."

"Great evil?!
Are your
little friends
visiting again?
The hairy ones?"

"They're called Hobbits!
And they're our
only hope!"

"Yeah, yeah.
Just take out
the damn garbage.
Evil can wait."

"Ok... Fine!...
Sorry Frodo,
I've got to go.
Maybe we could
get together
another day.
If I don't take
the garbage out
I won't get
any pussy
tonight!"


-Jim DuBois
July 6, 2012

Epiphany

Little girls
playing in the dirt,
wiping their hands
on their dresses.

Everything else
is a sophisticated mask.


-Jim DuBois
July 3, 2012

Some Days

Some days
all you need are
some friends
and some ocean waves
to jump in

-Jim DuBois
June 30, 2012

Innocence

When I was
six or seven
my friend
said "fuck",
but I had no idea
what it meant.
He told me
it was a bad word
and wouldn't tell me
what it meant
until we
got away from
my little brother,
and went to a hill
in a far corner
of his father's
cow pasture.
Then he told me
that it meant
two people kissing
when they weren't
married.


-Jim DuBois
June 23, 2012

Wet Squirrel

Wet squirrel
hopping across the lawn in a thunderstorm,
do you get lonely too?


-Jim DuBois
June 3, 2012

Return of the Slacker - The Book!

I made another version of my blog: a printed one.

It contains all the poems on this blog, except the two right before this entry. That's over 200 poems from 4 years, all in this one book.
Click here to get a copy

Click here to get a copy.

Vistaprint and Nothingness

I made a postcard
at Vistaprint
which had the words
"there was a time
I was enveloped
by months of nothingness"
on the front,
and as I was
placing an order
for copies of it,
Vistaprint asked
if I would like
to automatically send
copies of the postcard
to a carefully selected
target demographic.

I paused, really,
and thought about it,
because I wondered
who they would select:
The unemployed?
Zen monks?
Hermits?
Lazy people?
Couch potatoes?
Depressed people?

Or on the sadder front,
might they go to
old people in nursing homes,
inmates on death row
or in solitary confinement?

I figured that
even if they
ended up
in the hands
of a very normal,
nice suburbanite,
it would be good
for that moment of wonder,
for that,
"what the hell is this"
look on their face.

I declined the offer,
but not before
I imagined
the postcards being delivered
to newborn babies
as a welcome
to the world.



-Jim DuBois
May 21, 2012