Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Steve Awakes Recharged & Coffee

Steve Awakes Recharged

The store opens in 30 minutes
I must restock and sweep
I also make a list of orders
Today is inventory day
I count the shelves as I stock and sweep
I count the back storage after close
There’s already someone waiting for me to open
They see the sign and check their time piece
They knock on the window
“Hello, are you open?”
Did humans have this problem?
The history magazines don’t think so
They say humans only killed each other
Or procreated and not much else
Nona, the oldest robot in town,
Comes for her oil and fuses
She blows a different fuse each week
Her circuits don’t fire like they used to
Poor dear, I always give her a discount
She’s starting to rust


The smell and aroma
The steam in my nostrils
The bold taste on my tongue
The caffeine in my body
The mug in my hand
The book on the table
Any time of day
With solitude or with company
Always hot; never iced
Cold brew is the devil
I like my coffee black
Just like my soul

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Earn Your Right

earn your right to talk to me
earn your right to laugh with me
earn your right to comfort me
earn your right to be my friend

we like you in ways that benefit us
we hate you in ways that discredit us
we’ve known you long we’ve known you a while
but still, unfortunately you are not a friend

they talk to you occasionally, they talk to you often
but would they care if you ended up in a coffin
earn your right to talk to them
earn your right to be their friend

he has many friends he’s always with someone
but inside his head he’s by himself with no one
he shows this to you not with what seems like effortless ease
but within his mind, he’s crying on his knees

though i’m surrounded by people, i’m lost here alone
i feel i have no one, not even at home
will you walk with me, will you listen to the end
did i not earn the right to be your friend

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