The Disaster Club

Welcome to The Disaster Club 

You're only allowed if you know disaster 

And you will (all of our members know it well) 

Our club song is on any radio station 

There are so many disaster songs 

Come some placid Tuesday in the very early 

Morning hours, or we can find you at that time

Our membership card is saturated hate & 

Broken and disjointed love & pitch black 

Darkness and dysfunction--it all eats our card 

Carrying members alive and so so slowly it

Is The Disaster Club's specialty so now you

Fight it or run run run like Hell & never look back but 

You may just run right into our arms

You'll only know us from now on, we'll relate so well 

We will welcome you with a smile & a pat on the back

Our latest addition, your darkest addiction

Welcome to The Disaster Club.

AGTC

For sea & sun & sin & son
The spirals are chiral, by design
As nitrogen fell from blue sky
And crashed into watered waves
Cheers for years, fears will churn
Bases formed, the code
Was from blue sky
Sent to the ocean's commotion

Not there
Versus absent ocean air
Sea forgets the slights
Adds it to its might
And sea has much to say
It's the moon & atmosphere
That may crash so fear - as
Guanine & cytosine -
Meshed with thymine & adenine

Nucleosides to the ocean's tide
Sea is in the coronary vessels
Ones and zeros, binary code
In human mode, as
Ocean currents
Swirl & sing an ethereal song
Echoing synaptic happenings so the
Biology is determined, it
Is so the potato or tomato shares
One in two, the same as you

For sea seizures led to salty tears
The sodium gaining for billions of years
Crawling, craning somewhat craving from the sea
A radioactive splitting of the Atom
And Eve - it all restarted
When the sea violently parted and
The dark sky exploded.

Pictures of Life (and Death)

As you dually lay there

The stomach and diaphragm meekly dropping down

As the last breaths meander out

These are the last seconds of life

Memories, Prism-pictures and the 

Blending and blinding of the light

Crashing, combining and crashing

Across neuronal synaptic clefts

The Flicking and fleeting

What will be the last picture you see?

Your benevolent son running in the rain...

Your eccentric father at just like thirty-five...

The day with mountain mist at Wapta Falls...

That one girl, you knew was for you - but got away?

However, the winds and waves face another day

Like when the ink-capsule and top come off with the cap

Was it a grudge - A solemn hard ride?

Or, gold and glitter - A joyous slide?

Most likely, a blending of both

Were you virtuous OR victorious?

Did you "win"? - OR were you happy?

As circulatory traffic all but stops

Fleeting life's pictures, and the last flickers 

Your life's arc - your id's bark - 

Good luck, it all goes dark..

Mysterious Sea

Getting up and going out,
Taking-off and landing, on down
Curvy interstate wanderings with
Accompanying interstitial slights -

Hiding your Inner-space while
Yearning for outer-space
Divvying up and coming together
To just see it all - blown apart

You take me from mine, and I'll take you from yours
To inevitable places, between those spaces - for
More is known of Mars, than the deepest ocean floor
Escape - a swan dive, deep down, ocean blue explore?

Dada said, "the blue Sea is everything
 there is to so know..."
 "I have maybe four drops of it, you, sun -
So inversely related and effectual,
"...Son, maybe two of ocean blue -
"You, two, and I..four
"Maybe no more....?"

Surfer after chaotic ocean waves
Close call
To the shore, triumphant fist in air
But the waves will continue on
And with the moon and stars or solar flares
They just don't care
No, they never will.

Swimming around and Drowning down
Is all this seems to be
All This, the Sea, and what
You try to be

All you'll ever do - or
Will ever be
Will never echo the never ending
Mysterious sea

Around A Bit

Somewhere on the world you spin
Footprints left on places you've been
Across ponds, maybe long broken bonds
Exploring lands are maybe futile plans

And whether the weather wherever,
Somewhat knowing such, it never goes as planned
For rain is soaking, but the ground so solid
It goes around and....'round

You've been away for sometime?
But it is the same space
Some ordinary place

Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Somewhere on the world you spin...

Yeti

YETI

Oh, Betty -
Mountainous highs with
Valley lows
Somewhere you roam


Loch Ness "Nessie" -
In sea -
Are you there to tell us what you want to be...
Is it not, what to believe?


Alien ships meshed with hard-ships
Third-kinds will just have to unwind
These ships,
Only the Triangle so knows
It's unyielding...So take the time. 

I just ask,
Is there something else?
Closest DNA relative to aquatic dolphin
Is in fact, the African Hippo
Paranormal parameters
The Ever-loving sky
All those that pass by

All
It drops on us...
Saucers somewhat seen
What does it all mean?

Dark

Pete took a drink of water and shut the faucet off, while setting his glass down to the left. He took a few steps to the right. He ran his eyes about the room noticing darkness had invaded the proximity. He listened intently and shot a few more furtive glances. Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. But something was off, he thought. Something was just not right in his modest two-bedroom apartment now fully covered in the night's dark. Pete finally found the light-switch. He flipped it - nothing, the room remained dark. He heard nothing of his cat and her meows. Which was strange, because in the dark she was always prowling around, getting into things and making noise. She was a clumsy cat and Pete often thought of her as very un-catlike. He could feel the blood in his vascular system pump a little harder. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room flipping another switch. Nothing...again. His blood began to circulate even faster. He could feel it. Pete froze for a second and ran all the possibilities through his head...and was ready to bolt for the front door. But he didn't and remained, lightly stepping about with arms outstretched. The apartment now was completely dark and there were still no sounds from his cat, Chairman Meow. Pete was a mix of befuddled and petrified. He let out a slight moan as he hit his shin on something sharp and pointy. It was pitch dark, like a recess in the mind of a misanthropic sociopath. Was this an elaborate prank? Of course, that wouldn't explain the extra darkness hanging in the room. It had an inexpiable quality to it, Pete thought as he took some deep breaths. It was, oddly enough, darker than dark. It was an indecipherable blackness that clung to everything it could devour. Pete was standing still now fully enveloped in darkness, in a random spot in his living room. It was like the encroaching dark had Pete in a hypnotized state. He felt like he couldn't move - but knew he could. Or did he? Finally, a few steps - "bingo!," he exclaimed, as he seemingly grabbed the front door handle. He swung the door open and the apartment hall light seeped in - fully attacking the dark. Pete tried to get his wits about him as he stepped out into the hall - fully embracing the light.

My Life in Front of the Screens

My life in front of the screen
Spaces and splices, scene by scene
Supposed magic and splashes of art
Or small pocket powerhouse galaxies
Explored and watched - also called...
Or from a living room and staring ahead
Staring down, staring straight across
Well we're bored -- it's not a crime
Everyday in front of them most the time
Transfixed yet tranquil
For good or bad, the balance leans -
To our lives in front of the screens.

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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

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

Dangling

Dangling

By: James Dubeau

Dangling

Just out of reach

Of outstretched arms

My fingertips almost touch

Can almost grasp

Can almost make it mine

But no matter

How I contort my body

My arms cannot stretch any further

It would not be so painful

If I never had the taste

The sweet taste

Upon my lips

Knowing I was almost there

Almost had it

Almost achieved the desire

Once

Makes the craving

All the more

Infuriating

Crossing Paths

Crossing Paths

By: James Dubeau

A few flakes of snow

Drifted past

My fogged over glasses

And frozen white breath

Greens turned yellow

Then to red

And I pushed off

Feet struggled to find traction

Upon my peddles

As my bike rolled

Across the empty crosswalk

I looked up

My vision filled

With a large symbol

Headlights

Grill

Which I once knew well

I stumbled

I peddled

I got out of the way

Movement washed cold wind

Across my face

Clearing fog and improving vision

I turned to see

The flaxen haired motorist

Who hadn’t graced my presence

Since the sun was hot

And Cajun music

Wafted through the air

Our eyes did not meet

She had turned to fiddle

With something in the back seat

The light turned green

And she was gone

But the memories of days gone by

Flooded back

And I wondered if I would ever

Grace the tavern again

To put down money

For beers and the gambling of meat

Our First Laugh

Our First Laugh

By: James Dubeau

As we sit here

On this curb

Sharing our first laugh

We are living moments

The best moments

We’ll ever have

Between you and I

This is as good as it gets

When anything is possible

No annoying habits

No hurt feelings

It’s all downhill from here

Someone will say something

Bitterness will creep in

One of us will be hurt

It’ll all become a chore

Until it is ended

And we go our separate ways

But let us not think about that

The way it always goes

Let’s live in this moment

Live it up while we can

Be happy and joyful

And enjoy this laugh

Before it turns to tears

So Long Space Cowboy

So Long Space Cowboy

By: James Dubeau

Single streak of white

Against the endless azure

As it turns to black

And the starry void

Above and beyond

With you was carried

More than just

2800 tons of rocket fuel

There was also

The hopes and dreams

Of every man, woman, and child

As you bounded across

That hunk of cheese

Even today

Children still dream

Of walking with you

Bouncing with each step

From the Eagle

So with a heavy heart

I must say

To you Neil Armstrong

So long

Space cowboy