Throwback Thursday Poetry: Loki the Clown

laughter, laughter all around
for you see i am a clown
the make-up, the hat, i’m loved by the crowd

the crowd disperses, i exit to my chambers
the creature within now becomes angered
the satisfaction of slaughter shall be savored

you laugh at me now, you laughed at me then
it’s your demise that now begins
in my presence all have sinned

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

Tuesday Poetry: Human Connections are Hard to Find

Sometimes when I
Want someone to hold,
Or for someone
To hold me,
My cat knows – 
She lays and 
Purrs on my chest
When I’m lonely.
She’s always there
To knead on my chest
With nails that need clipped
Poking me, drawing blood – 
She settles and sleeps
The constant hum
Of her hypnotic purr.
Some days I fall
Asleep to her affection,
Some days she sleeps
On the couch
When I toss and turn – 
Her affection never
Stops the night terrors
She’s always there afterwards,
But cats can only do
So much for humans

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.