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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anxious Creatures & Hiatus

Anxious Creatures

So many Twits
And Faces and Grams
With Snaps and Pins
Inside Tubes and Clouds
The world digitized – 
Despite the Links
We are disconnected
Alone
With a rectangle
Hidden in our pocket
And a fear
Of meeting a person
In person
Slaves in digital chains – 
We are social creatures
With social anxiety
So, we blog and post
And watch and like
Puttering in our homes
Day and night

Hiatus

I went four years without sex
I didn’t pursue it but didn’t reject it
Unless I was absolutely certain
That it was mutual consent
Either we were both sober
Or both drunk
Women liked being around me
Because I didn’t try to fuck them
Some of them wanted to fuck me
I was lonely but much happier

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Poetry Monday: The Magic Circle

The crystal to the North
In front of me
A glass of Moscato to the West
On my left side
A vanilla scented candle to the South
Behind me
A paring knife to the East
On my right side
My familiar, Milo
A Russian Blue
Sits disinterested
Supervising my ritual
He stares at me
Like cats do
Making me question
All my life choices
With the paring knife
I cut an imaginary door
To leave my circle
And refill my wine glass

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Walk Through the Desert

walk through the desert
crawl over the sand
beware the lone gunmen
who’s on his last stand

the bushy eagle
with his false beak
calls you to fight
fight for the weak

in infamy lives the day
in which the battle first began
the enemy that attacked
seemed very glad

a lifetime has passed
and we worry no more of the threat
instead it is moral values
that cause us to fret

think more of what’s right or wrong
than who will hurt you
fear more the man
who stands back and guides you

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