The Feast

A blackout poem.

-Jim DuBois

Hope and Dread

Hope
    and
        Dread,

Hope
    and
        Dread,

as I walk down the sidewalk
I last saw you on.


II –

I don’t know how to say it
and I don’t know how to not say it:
to believe it or deny it:

“Yes, ______”
“Yes, ______”
“Yes, ______”


-Jim DuBois
1997?

First Walk Back

First walk back
  from Florence,

March, spring

fragments, regrowth


-Jim DuBois
March 10, 2013

What My Daughter Will Learn From D&D

I dreamed
that someone
interviewed me
about
what my daughter
would learn from
playing D&D.

I told him
I didn't have
a daughter,
but I would
imagine...

"Well, to start with,
D&D was a product
of its times. It was
a cooperative game.
It couldn't be made
today.

When you are playing,
and solving problems
in the game,
you get to feel
intelligent,
and when you fail
a savings throw for
climbing an ice wall,
hopefully you will feel
brave but unlucky.

In the end,
you get to find out
who you really are,
or want to be.


-Jim DuBois
Feb 10, 2013

Saturday Afternoon Ennui in America

lounging around,
looking for something to do,
wondering about meaning and existence

passed through town earlier,
disconnected but relaxed,
writing poetry now,
because, well, at least
I can,
I can create
and record
and re-order


-Jim DuBois
Jan 19, 2013

Like it Should be

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
the snow is crunchy,
like it should be in winter.


-Jim DuBois
Jan 18, 2013

People Who Are Beautiful

People who are beautiful
People who are beautiful until the hair moves away from their eyes
People who are beautiful until you see their faces
People who are trying hard to be beautiful
People who are holding onto being beautiful
People who used to be beautiful


-Jim DuBois
Dec 11, 2012