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

Rage

Rage
By: James Dubeau

Rage
Anger
Hate
Bubbles up
From murky depths
Every word
Every action
Brings fourth
Feelings
Thoughts
Words
Actions
Which have been
Bottled up
For seven years
For a life time
Only now
To be unleashed
With unapologetic
Rage

Forgiveness?

Forgiveness?
By: James Dubeau

As I lie still
My brain is awake
Going over
The instant
It all went bad
I'm sorry
I wasn’t there for you
I’m sorry
I wasn’t your friend
When you needed one
I’m sorry
My shoulder wasn’t there
For your eyes to weep upon
I’m sorry
I laughed and poked fun
When you were hurt
I’m sorry
All that I did
Was selfish
I did not know
Realize
What had been done
Damn
I deserve the hate
Wound up
Inside of you
Target me with it
If you would like
I deserve it
I want it
Go ahead
Don't hold back
You should not hesitate
To give me what I have coming
I know you are just as tired
Of all this as I am
But there are no more reasons
To lose sleep
When we can
Get it out
Into the open
And close this rift
Sure
It looks like
This may take some time
While we sort
Everything out
But that will be time
What we need to do
In order to get
Everything back
To where
It once was
To where
We can be friends
Once again
I will be waiting
And writing
My thoughts
And feelings
Until that time
Is here

Lemons

Lemons
By: James Dubeau

There are times I hate
When you roll out of place
From the shelf next to the limes

I Hate You

I Hate You
By: James Dubeau

I hate you
To the ends
Of my very being
I hate you
With
Rage that knows
No bounds
I hate you
With
A passion
Clenching
Fist at jaw
I hate you
With
A passion
That burns
Engulfing
My very soul
I hate you
With
A passion
That burns
So cold
That my veins are sliced
By icy blood
I
Hate
You

Does He Make You Happy

Does He Make You Happy
By: James Dubeau

Does he make you happy
Well um yes
No seriously
Does he make you happy
I think so
No don’t think
I can only give approval
If you can answer this question
Does he make you happy
I don’t know
Then that is all I need
That is a no
But
No
Give me a straight answer
I can’t
Then that is a no
But
No
That is a no
Live it
For it will be
Your future

When I Look At You

When I Look At You
By: James Dubeau

When I look at you
So much rushes to me
Running through my mind
Hate
Disgust
Incompetence
Insanity
Senility
Everything you do
Everything you say
Digs deep
Under my skin
Into my soul
Gone is the love
Gone is the compassion
Only one solace remains
For it will not be too much longer
Soon you will be gone
Out of my mind
Never to haunt me
My days
My nights
My life

The Last Time

“What the fuck!” Mike shouted in desperation. “How could you do this to me? After all we have been through together. After all that you meant to me.”

“Mike, I’m sorry—“ she tried to interject.

“I promised myself no more. No more of your shit. I’m done with you. I’m done with us.” Mike gathered his belongings as he ranted. “You have hurt me enough. More than enough. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“Mike, please no,” she grabbed his arm while pleading. Hoping her actions would calm him down. He pushed her away and continued removing every last detail of his existence from the apartment.

“I’m done. I’m out of here.”

“Please Mike, I need you, I love you.” She reached for him again. His hand came up, slapping her across the face.

“You never meant it. Not now, not ever.”

“I love you,” she sobbed as she reached for him again.

Got Lots of Old Stuff Lying Around

“Get me another beer!” he yelled from the couch. Clumsily the old man picked up the tv remote and started flipping channels. “Why ain’t there no damn sports on?” he yelled at Bob Barker.

Frank put the beer on the coffee table and went back to the office in his home. It had been two months since his father had escaped the home. “The nurses were worse then the damn Japs,” he had said when he showed up on Frank’s doorstep with a suitcase in hand.

For two months the old man had been making Frank’s life miserable. He rarely got up from the couch and when he did it was just to berate Frank with another volley of insults and complaints. It’s no wonder as to why the nurses hated him.

“Check out the shitter on that critter!” rang from the living room. The old man was watching day-time soaps again…

The Sound of Nine Balls Breaking

Crash! An orb flew past my head and slammed into the wall. I turned and stared in disbelief.

“What the hell do you think you were doing last night?” She hollered at me as she snatched another one of my treasured snow-globes off the mantle.

“It’s ok honey-“ I tried to calm her down just as a second orb flew by me and embedded itself into the drywall beside me. “Calm down, please-“ A third and fourth came flying towards me as I dove behind the couch. Both showered broken glass, water, and a tiny house upon me. The flecks of snow slowly followed.

“I won’t calm down!” She hurled another at me, trying to arc it over the couch. “You’re the one screwing around behind my back!”

“What?” I managed to get out before the onslaught of another snow-globe and her sobbing yells.

“You know what you did last night!” Another globe crashed down. “Lipstick on your collar!” Crash! “Her scent on you!” Crash! “Your sleeping with her!” She reached for another Snow-globe but all nine had already been thrown. She collapsed to her knees sobbing.