Poetry Monday: Tedious Tasks

I attempt to revise
A story I wrote
10 years ago.
I was a terrible writer then.
It’s a long story
And one-third of it
Will be cut,
Deleted,
Destroyed,
Done away with.
It will become something different,
Something new,
Hopefully something better.
I dread revision of this piece
Because so much will be changed.
It’s like it has an extra layer
To be revised.
It requires more revisions
Than other stories.
The tedious task
Of revision.
Being a writer has five parts.
One part reading and writing;
Four parts revision.
You’re not a writer
If you don’t revise.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Care

feeling like i’m alone
hating the thought of going home
wanting something i do not have
wishing that is what i had

losing faith and my mind
wishing for some kind of sign
wanting only someone who cares
only getting bewildered stares

looking back on my years
adding up all the tears
asking once and never again
do you care or only pretend

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Poetry Monday: Bouncer at a Gay Bar

I watched the back gate
Checking IDs
Watching for people
Who drank too much
This guy walked up to me

“So, you’re like
The backdoor bouncer, heh heh”

I stared at him

“Get it? Cuz it’s a gay bar
Backdoor, heh heh”

I stared at him

“Cool, I’m gonna go”
“That’s a good idea”

Another night
Watching the front door
Checking IDs
Watching for drunks
A woman tries to open the door
She knocks on the window

“Are you open”

I make a gesture
For her to pull the door
She looks at a friend

“I don’t think they’re open”

I walk over and push
With one finger on the window
And walk outside

“The handle stays locked
You just have to pull”

“But when you open a door
You turn the handle”

“And you pull”

“Oh, well I guess
I forgot that part”

Some people are stupid
Before the alcohol

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.