Throwback Thursday Poetry: Thirty More Cans

30 more cans empty and gone
Thirty more cans to help with the loss
30 more cans to put you at rest
Thirty more cans to add to the mess

30 more cans to keep you in shame
Thirty more cans make you take the blame
30 more cans at each day’s end
Thirty more cans won’t help you mend

30 more cans that you suck down
Thirty more cans in which you drown
30 more cans to help you take the pain
but Thirty more cans only push me away

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: To Make Your Acquaintance

hello my dear Lady
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you
i have hoped for this day
that you i would sit next to

please do not take offense
i won’t use a pick up line
i crave conversation
from a woman so divine

this is merely a crush
or perhaps it’s something more
the only way to know
is to meet you, i Implore

we will see where this goes
we will talk as good friends do
i only want to say
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you

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