Zygotes

Zygotes
By: James Dubeau

Zygotes
Are floating through the air
Killing any and all
In the land
Yes they are and
You are next
Another to fall
Hell is your domain

Explode

Explode
By: James Dubeau

Just poured the last of this
Pot of coffee
Into my cup
Glass
Mug
As my foot taps
And leg shakes
And fingers tremble
And bladder is ready
To explode
But I cannot leave
To relieve myself
Not right now
Not until I’m finished
Writing this work
For today
I must be productive
And there is no one
In this public hive
Which I would trust
To watch
My computer
From would be thieves
Or goblins
Which like to hide
In the corner

Lone Wolf

Lone Wolf
By: James Dubeau

Lone wolf
Stalks alone
Through tree
And bush
Pale moonlight
Filters through
Fallen leaves
Resting upon
Dead soldiers
Who fought
Gallantly losing
Giving all
For those
Who never
Did deserve
The honor
Copper scents
Floating through
Death’s grove
Along with
Dirty musk
From those
Who circle
The grove
Waiting for
And watching
Lone wolf
To make
A mistake
Only one
Is needed
To pounce
Catching unaware
Taking advantage
Of poor
Old wolf
But he
Is strong
And wily
Fighting tooth
And claw
To remain
As always
Lone wolf

Thin Strip Of Sand

Thin Strip Of Sand
By: James Dubeau

Thin strip of sand
Adorned with goodies
From the sea
Crabs
Seashells
Seaweed
And least of all
My footprints
Marching along
The lapping waves
Single file
Footstep
After
Footstep
Clouds float on by
Sunlight filters through
Waves lap upon the shore
Again
And
Again
Each wave reaching
Beyond the last
Rolling through
Yearning to caress
And smother
Thin strands of beach grass
Upon the dune
Overlooking myself
And my empty everything
In the process
Of the sea’s desire
All the goodies
Will disappear
Crabs
Seashells
Seaweed
And easiest of all
My footprints
Would be washed from this
Thin strip of sand
Only proof
That this white sand
Has tickled my sole
Are my two legs
Standing ankle deep
In the mire
Watching it all
Be destroyed
With a smirk
And a grin

Drain

Drain
By: James Dubeau

Why is it
That I am left
Circling this drain
As this sea
Swirls and sways
Taking me with it
Down
To the neither regions
That is the abyss
Where the stank
And mess
And general foulness
That is where
My soul
Resides

Ponders

Ponders
By: James Dubeau & Friend

Ponders
Wanders
On a moonlit night
To sort out my plight
On a midnight flight
For the grass is green
And the night is black
And i'm on my knees with this heart attack
Waiting for the deliverance
That is to come
Running and running against the sun
Shadows grow
Dawn awakens
And i will rise and walk unshaken
Dreaming of a side of bacon
And some crispy golden fries
Drizzled in cheese sauce
Just like mom used to make
All those years ago
....I simply can't believe my eyes!
Light has opened them wide
By the fireside i will bide
Until the truth slips past my lips
Becoming free for all to see

Eggs In The Coffee

Eggs In The Coffee
By: James Dubeau

Eggs in the coffee
Dizzy with a dame
Creating a vigorish
Oh what a shame

Scratch out some berries
On this mill
Flippers must work
Or ink will spill

But a yard is a yard
Which this sucker can’t pay
Hitting on eight
Won’t make the hay

Out on the roof
And pitching woo
Loogan strikes
The alderman through

Pending Storm

Pending Storm
By: James Dubeau

Look at that
Fat old hooker
With the huge knockers
Standing outside
In the cold rain
Waiting
For it all to end
But
Which one of us
Is the one
That truly needs
The end to come
Crashing down
In a hail of
Thunder and lightning
Washing the trash
Down the storm sewer
Leaving the city streets
Cold
Wet
Empty
And
Clean

A Poem

This was a poem written by my good friend Jo tonight. Enjoy.

A Poem
By: Jo

A
Poem

The Sky Is Falling

The Sky Is Falling
By: James Dubeau

The sky is falling
The sky is falling
As I sit here
Playing my fiddle
Letting it all
Be destroyed
Under the boot heel
That is reality
I don’t care
Not any more
There is no reason
For concern
Or even to shed
A single
Tear

I'm Sorry

I’m Sorry
By: James Dubeau

I’m sorry
For taking
So much time
Away
From my writing
Unfortunately
Most of us
Know exactly
How things are
In this day
And age
Work
Can be
All consuming
Beast
That devours
Time
And energy
Now
Take that creature
Double its size
Fore
Double headed
Double job
Work day
Runs
Eight
In the morning
To
Eleven at night
Doing its best
Reducing
The few
Fleeting
Moments
Away from the toil
To be moments
Where relaxation
Is in order
If you add
The need to eat
And the desire
To sleep
Those days
Amount of free time
Is reduced
To
Next to nothing
Looking
At a computer screen
For
A good chunk
Of my work day
Means
The last thing
I want to do
Is stare
At a computer screen
Some more
Even
If it is
For something
Fun
The act of doing
The same repetitive motions
Again
And
Again
And
Again
Is enough
To drive a man
Insane
So
What I’m getting at
Is this
I’m sorry
For not updating
The stories
And
The poems
Which have been
Promised to
You and me
For this
I
Must atone
And resume
Writing
Posting
Even if it means
Nothing
But haikus
Three
Times
A
Week
Hopefully
This shall be
Satisfactory
In moving forward
As for right now
All that I can say
Is
Thank you
And please
Keep reading