Night With Friends

Night With Friends
By: James Dubeau

Jack by the door
Jameson needing more
White sand washes
Across the floor
There are no fears
As the cheers
Ring across
Flowing beers
Tunes wave through
Cats meow and mew
All enjoy
A nice tasty brew
The night shall be good
Alls right in the hood
We will enjoy ourselves
As you would

The End

The End
By: James Dubeau

Heavy weight
In my hand
Cold steel
Against my flesh
My finger traces
Protruding metal
Feeling the curves
The grace
Few last wisps
Curl round my head
Putting a haze
On dim light
Filtering through
Closed blinds
Empty bottle
Stands alone
Upon my desk
The last man standing
In a long line of
Dedicated
Loyal
Soldiers
Cool metal
Presses against
My temple
In a flash
All is
Dark

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns
By: James Dubeau

Days grow longer
Nights grow shorter
The candle burns
On both ends
Soon the wax
Will burn away
Leaving
Only darkness

What Can Be Said

What Can Be Said
By: James Dubeau

What can be said
That hasn’t already been said
What can be written
That hasn’t already been written
What can be done
That hasn’t already been done
How can anything
Be original
Unique
Distinctive
When I’m just not feeling it
Tonight
The challenge is beyond me

Driving Twice

Driving Twice
By: James Dubeau

Driving twice
The limit of speed
Through icy corners
And neighborhood streets
No cop will stop me
No cop will see me
For all cops will be
At the fire
Behind me
Watching the smoke curl
Over the streets
Onto the overpass
Blocking everything off
Watching the destruction
All is clear
In every direction
Only black ice
Snow banks
Other drives
And
Possibly
Whiskey
Stand between me
And getting home

Flashback

Flashback
By: James Dubeau

Head tilted back
Neck exposed
I choke
And cough
I can feel
The cool knife
Against my
Hot flesh
Once again
Slicing
Tearing
Cutting
Exposing
My trachea
My esophagus
My veins
My soul

Alamo

Alamo
By: James Dubeau

189 men once stood
Villagers
Farmers
Bankers
Store keepers
Soldiers
189 men once stood
Together
As one
To defend
Land
Homes
Families
Lives
189 men once stood
Against
The odds
Bombardment
Gunfire
Knives
Swords
Thousands
189 men once stood
Where my feet stand
In this very spot
With mud covered boots
Sweat soaked brows
189 men once stood
189 men once fought
189 men once died
For freedom

Rolling Thunder

Rolling Thunder
By: James Dubeau

Rolling thunder
Through the valley
Awakens
Slumbering beasts
Scattering them
In all directions
Wary
Of the destruction
That is to follow