Monday, December 24, 2012

Swirling


Swirling
By: James Dubeau

Swirling
Twirling
Spinning
Around the drain
That is a dark lament
Reaching out
Grasping
For a handhold
To pull free
Wanting something
Anything
To click
Turning brass gears
Latch into place
And embrace
While taken for a ride
Across the cosmos
Through time and space
Into the great darkness beyond
Where lights of stars
And whole galaxies
Would only dream
To dare to tread
Background radiation
Drowns it all out
To nothing but
A pleasant
White
Noise
Choking out
A throaty scream

Monday, December 10, 2012

Single-Serving


Single-Serving
By: James Dubeau

Everywhere I go
In my tiny life
Everything must be
Single-serving strife
The coffee
The sugar
Even the cream
And when I do cook
Massive batches are made
Of chili
Stir-fry
Or even pasta
To be divvied up
Into single-serving batches
To be eaten as lunches
Over a week or three
For if I don’t
All the groceries go bad
Siting in the fridge
Waiting to be eaten
But I do like to cook
Honestly I do
And would cook even more
But it is just no fun
To be cooking for one