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tick, tick, tick
this sound
it sticks
in my head
i’ll hear it
when i’m dead
i go home
i hear
the melody of the metronome
tick, tick, tick
this sound
i twitch
my head
i hear it
when sound is dead
home alone
i hear
the melody of the metronome
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
“it’s hunting season”
he hollered to his son
“it’s time you learned
how things should be done
first the proper clothing
and other things you should wear
this is a must when hunting
two-legged deer
secondly speech
this you’ll surely need
it is the most important
so listen to me
choose your words carefully
speak in good time
do not interrupt
and no wandering of the eyes
when you’ve achieved their attention
all else is downhill
if you have not
than prepare to be grilled
when you’ve got her
please respect your woman
otherwise she’ll make you
stand over the oven”
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
monkey see monkey do
i have a habit of copying you
i have no thoughts of my own
no ideas to be shown
only doing that which others seem to do
never deciding for myself what i should do
a mindless drone is all i am
i steal everyone else’s ideas because i can
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 