Great Sky Daemon

Great Sky Daemon
By: James Dubeau

Screaming monkey head
Floats on by
Amongst the puffy
White clouds
Why
Great sky daemon
Do you scream
Is it pain
Is it torture
That contorts your face
For those few moments
Before you are gone
Dissipated
Returned to where
You came

Dark Alley

Dark Alley
By: James Dubeau

My 45
Weighs heavy
In my hand
Against my soul
As I step
With trepidation
Down the dark alley
Eyes dart across
Every shadow
Every hiding place
For that scumbag to lurk
A trashcan crashes
I wheel to face
The daemon I chased
From the darkness emerged
A stray cat
Then from behind me
A handgun exploded
Cordite reached my nostrils
Above rotten garbage
I fell to my knee
My 45 clattered
Against the pavement
Impotent
Against that vagabond
Against my killer
Sprinting from the alley

An Inferno Rages

An Inferno Rages
By: James Dubeau

Across darkened skies
An inferno rages
Sparking
Crackling
Orange flames
Obscured from view
Behind trees
But consuming them
Feeding a ravenous appetite
Growing
Endangering those
Who stand in the path
Creating new life
In the aftermath

Time

Time
By: James Dubeau

Time
Has no meaning
When I sit here
By myself
Letting the seconds
The minutes
The hours
Tick on by
Unable to see the sun
Rise and fall
Through the closed
Window shades
Skews my perception
Of the day
With no goals
No objectives
No work
Today
Nothing has been accomplished
Before the day
Has wasted away

Blah

Blah
By: James Dubeau

nothing on the mind
no poetry to write down
nothing worth posting

Roy G Biv

Roy G Biv
By: James Dubeau

Roy G Biv
Is a friend
To you and me
He adds order
A sense of direction
For organization
Of the unorganizable
Ranging from
Little colored candies
To shirts on the line
And if you follow him
To the ends of the Earth
Then maybe you will find
His little pot of gold

Old Friend

Old Friend
By: James Dubeau

The years have not been kind
To you at all my friend
Your dog eared corners
And yellowed pages
Do not hide your age
But when I pick you up
Your hard cover
Familiar pages
And musty smell
Transport me
To when I was young
Free to spend all day
Every day reading
Spread out in the sun
And had to sign my name
On your precious pages
To keep my sister from claiming
You as her own

Hated Town

Hated Town
By: James Dubeau

Here I sit
In this town
A town in which
I shall always hate
It was nothing
Personal
Against this town
Or even nothing
That this town
Ever did
Against myself
My hatred
Is due to associations
Which I shall always have
With this dreaded
Small northern town
Someone from this town
A woman
Whom comes to mind
Every time
I visit this town
And
Every other town
Around

Half Asleep

Half Asleep
By: James Dubeau

Long
Slow
Lazy
Movements
One
After
The other
Plodding along
To
A steady
Beat
Only
A half-step
In front
Of
Restful
Sleep

Liquid Dancer

Liquid Dancer
By: James Dubeau

At the dance floor edge
He stands
Amongst the kids
Covered with glowing baubles
Dancing
Twirling
Writhing
Under the strobe lights
He does not belong there
His plaid shorts do not belong
In the sea of black
Neither does his
White tank top under
Unbuttoned linen shirt
His baseball cap
Pulled low
Covering what should have been
Ashamed eyes
But yet
When the right bass moves him
He takes a step
Then a second
Onto the dance floor
His hands move
In liquid motions
Swirling
Around invisible hovering balls
As if he perfected dancing
Into a martial art
Oblivious
To the gyrating couples
Quivering around him
As his movements
Take him further
Onto the dance floor
Closer
To the reverberating speakers
Flanking the DJ