Future – Remix

Future – Remix
By: James Dubeau

Brown sunshine
Fermentation
Will be washing
However
I can motion away
For change
Plans cannot
Need uselessness
Before time
Can pass fully
Things are
Not from waiting
This week
Not another bag
Of paper
Sitting happy
Yet idle
Glad to be loose
In which
I let the Plans
Be just

Life In Six

Life In Six
By: James Dubeau

Maniac
Scribbler
Mad for
Future’s
Happiness

Future

Future
By: James Dubeau

Epigraph from Clint Eastwood
By: Gorillaz

I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on

Sitting
Waiting
For time to pass
I cannot be happy
Not fully
Not yet
However
I can be glad
Things will change
Plans are in motion
Plans which need
Just another week
Of fermentation
Before this sunshine
Can be let loose
From the brown paper bag
Washing away
Idle uselessness

Does He Make You Happy

Does He Make You Happy
By: James Dubeau

Does he make you happy
Well um yes
No seriously
Does he make you happy
I think so
No don’t think
I can only give approval
If you can answer this question
Does he make you happy
I don’t know
Then that is all I need
That is a no
But
No
Give me a straight answer
I can’t
Then that is a no
But
No
That is a no
Live it
For it will be
Your future

On This Sunday Night

On this Sunday night
Everything was dark and cold
Night had fallen early
Streets were slick with ice
Not a soul was out
On this Sunday night
Home was bright and warm
Friends around the table
Laughing and smiling and joking
Beers and snacks were in abundance
Lasagna baking in the oven
This is how it should be
Surrounded by warmth and friends
On this Sunday night

Peaceful

Belly warm, eyes heavy
Minutes tick off at a slow beat
It had been a long week
A long life
I just want to curl up into a ball
And sleep away my life
Things would be much simpler
No decisions
No work
No effort
Life would be peaceful

Familia

Somewhere out there
There is a happy boy
A smile on his face
A gleam in his eye
Everything is right
Everything is good
He bust be loved
Not overly so
Or less than average
But just the right amount
He must have a good family
One that is perfect in every way

Eat A Peach

Ravenous
Famished
Just damn hungry
Its been a day
Or two maybe even three
Since my belly was last filled

The cupboards were full
And even the fridge
But there was nothing to eat
Nothing good at least

Then my eyes laid upon
The biggest
The fattest
The roundest
Peach that I had ever seen

With one bide I was in heaven
Juices running down my chin
From my shit eating grin
By belly became full
I became happy

How Green Is Your Grass

“Is it time mom? Is it? Can I? Huh? Can I?”

“Ugh, let mommy get a cup of coffee first.”

Jack plopped himself down on the couch as his mother dragged herself to the kitchen. He always loved Easter. It was the one time of year that he got to tear apart the home and not get in trouble. In fact, if he destroyed enough of the home and actually found all of the brightly painted eggs his mom and dad would reward him with a basket filled with jellybeans, assorted candies, and the brightest colored green grass that he had ever seen.

At least that is how it was in the old days. When they lived in the house. When mom and dad were still together.

Jack’s mom emerged from the kitchen with a steaming mug in her hand. A smile crept across her face. Jack was patiently waiting for her go ahead. “Alright Jack,” she said, “you know the rules. The eggs are anywhere in this apartment.”

He dashed from the couch looking everywhere for the eggs. Behind the TV, in the bathroom, he even found one in the egg carton in the fridge. In no time he was finished, the hunt was over. Back in the house he had to look for ever to find all the eggs. The search was always the best part.

His mom gave him a bear hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Good job Jack. I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Epiphany

The garage door slowly opened as the home came alive. Hall and kitchen lights flipped on, the stove warmed up, and the gas fireplace ignited. Lina wearily dragged herself from her car. The cold concrete on her bare feet jolted her awake. She grabbed her boots and bolted for the warm confines of her home.

Soft plushy carpet welcomed her bare feet. Abandoning her boots at the door she made her way through the house. She tugged at the straps and clasps of her clothing and left it where it fell.

Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas Lina made her way to the kitchen. Her left over lasagna in the oven was hot. She ate dinner, grabbed her copy of Macbeth, and curled up on the couch in front of the fire. Her eyes scanned the page. She threw the book down in disgust. “I can’t stand Shakespeare!”

Pilot

The sky was black
Pinpricks of light shone through
Wispy clouds drifted by
Red carpet of automobile tail lights
Led to the brightly lit capitol
The craft banked left
As the city sparkled by
No greater feeling was had
Then when I was at the controls

The Silence

Is there anything as beautiful
As the absence of sound
Stand in the middle of a field
Watch heavy snow fall
And muffle all sounds of silence
Its deafening bliss
Under the right circumstances
Bringing a tear to my eye
And a smile to my lips