Friday, August 9, 2013

At a Loss

47 degrees,
I guess I'll go appease
my restlessness

I'll go get some floss
since I'm at a loss
for what to do


-Jim DuBois
April 6, 2013

Friday, August 2, 2013

The Night

The night
is warm again

The world
looks inviting

This is probably
about me


Welcome home!


-Jim DuBois
April 12, 2013

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Living only on Wednesday

Living only on Wednesday,
living only on this bench
outside the library
below the grey clouds


-Jim DuBois
May 22, 2013

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Going Well

The day is going well...

...arghh! It's my worst nightmare.


-Jim DuBois
May 9,  2012

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Riding My Bike Back From the Mall

Yeah,
you knew this
was coming,
right?

I got a bike,
I write about
    everyday things,
and voila!

I know
it's not deep,
or obscure academic
    poetry.

It's comprehendable,
not dada-esque --
revered dada-esque.

It's not even
Charles Bukowski
drunk pathetic
poetry.

No metaphors,
no rhymes,
no special names of plants
or other things
no one really knows.

O Robert Frost,
this is not
your poetry!

I'm not counting
my syllables,
dear Haiku!
haha!

I'm not
going to a "slam"
to recite this
while I bob
back and forth
and angrily
try to make it
more than it is.

Instead, I'm telling
a simple story:

I rode my bike
  back from the mall
  and I was happy.


-Jim DuBois
June 19, 2013