Monday, June 25, 2012

Slipping Between the Crowds

Slipping Between the Crowds
By: James Dubeau

Slipping between the crowds
As the one
That does not
My ticket to this
High society affair
Is a lie
A forgery
A fake
Just enough
To get me through
The security
And double doors
To walk amongst
The rich
The famous
The powerful
Weaving through the crowds
With wine in my hand
Overhearing conversations
My ears should not hear
Gathering intel
On the enemies
Which I shall soon

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Unblinking Black Eye

Unblinking Black Eye
By: James Dubeau

The unblinking black eye watched me.
I thought about the size of the holes
It would put into me.
I thought about the quick death
He could grant me.
I thought about the death he brought
Upon my beloved.
I thought about the weight
Of my revolver at my side.
I thought about the days
I spent as a young man
Practicing quick draws in the mirror.
I thought about the aches
In my aging hands.
I thought about the slowness of my revolver
Which had not been fired
In many years before this day.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012


By: James Dubeau

Eyes droop
Under heavy glasses
The sun has risen
But the soul has not
Heavy body
Cannot be moved
From the restful bed
Work must be done
Worlds must be created
Before the sun has set

Monday, June 04, 2012

First Person World

First Person World
By: James Dubeau

Living in a
First person world
Glasses and beer
Detach my mind
From reality
Framing it all off
Putting a filter
On what I see
Making it all
Feel unreal
Only the lack
Of a health bar
And shields
Remind me
That I am not
Locked away
In some VR cabinet
Playing some
First person shooter
Video game