Plodding Herd

Plodding Herd
By: James Dubeau

Plodding herd
Slowly stumbles
Through savanna grass
No beast
Of hoof or claw
Can make it through
The massive bodies
Clogging the valleys
Meaty bodies
Shrugging off
Predator teeth
With labored huffs
As the herd
Slowly plods on

Slow

Slow
By: James Dubeau

Slow
Every move
Every action
Every thought
Is slow
Plodding along
Not bubbling
To the surface
Until it is too late
Much too late
For anything to be done

When I Close My Eyes

When I Close My Eyes
By: James Dubeau

When I close my eyes
My mind drifts to you
Laying beside me
Illuminated by moonlight
With that twinkle in your eye
I reach for you
To pull you in
Hold you close
But my hands come up empty
I cannot touch
Hear
Smell
See
Or taste you
But that is my penance
To be paid
For the exuberance I feel
When I see you again

Limited Dance

Limited Dance
By: James Dubeau

Eyes are droopy
From daily activities
But
Fingers bounce
Dancing along with the music
Keeping the beat
With the music
Movement
Which keeps me awake
Wanting more
Needing to move
Needing to dance
But alas
There is not enough room
And my foggy brain
Does not allow
For these movements
Not tonight
My eyes must close
Imagining myself
Moving
Twirling
Leaping
Dancing
Along with the music
Reverberating off the walls
Of my squalor home

This Glowing Screen

This Glowing Screen
By: James Dubeau

This glowing screen
Before my eyes
Is a torment
Of daemons
And devils
For once it is lit
During the darkest of night
My eyes cannot close
Sleep becomes my plight
Sooner or later
I shall learn
To take up a sword
And vanquish those
Who oppose weary slumber