Horror Author
i sit and watch the fuckers die
they bitch and scream and start to cry
they start again and get pissed off
that bastard Rhyno killed them all
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Spending ten hours at
The airport is not
On my list of things to do –
So I walk around with
My carry-on bag in tow
Jumping from coffee shop to
Restaurant to coffee shop
Periodically
Charging my phone and
My laptop at any
Available outlets –
What a glamorous
Adventure I’m having
In the SEA-TAC airport –
I have books to read
And work I can do
But what I want most
Is to leave the airport –
I see crowds of strangers
Coming and going
Each with their own problems
Worries and adventures
Each wishing to leave the
Travelers’ enclosure
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
The large arm lifted higher
Than the masthead
Shiny and black with
Hooks pushing out of each sucker
The ship crushed in twine
A large beak like a bird
Rose from the water
Catching the crew of the lost vessel
The rest of the beast hidden
We watched from the safety of our ship
As our sister ship was devoured
By the merciless black titan
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 