Scars upon flesh
Some old
Some new
Some forming
Memories
Of worse times
Locked away
Home
Alone
With only
Whiskey
And Vietnam soldier’s
Poetry
To keep depressive waves
At bay
Much the same
As these days
When memories flood
And the world
Falls apart
Bringing pain
And a drive
To be destructive
Again
– James Dubeau
Standing out
On the terrace roof
In little more
Than a sweater
On the day
After Christmas
Lake is thawing
Open water below me
No fishermen in sight
Upon the ice
Warmth is here
Around fifty degrees
How long
Will it stay
How long
Until freezing depression
Blankets the land
Again
– James Dubeau
The blade is quick
Against flesh
Silver
Sharp
For once
Not dull
Chipped
Or muck covered
From tape residue
Like all those years ago
A quick slash
Red line follows
Not too deep
Just enough
To cause pain
Surfacing emotions
Tears
That don’t emerge
Without inflictions
A mark
Upon soul
And flesh
Everlasting
Until the scar
Imposed on the earth
Fades with time
– James Dubeau
Old thoughts
And feelings
Are flooding back
While fleshing out lives
Inhabiting the pages
Living novel lives
Dark thoughts
Bourbon
Codeine
Razorblades
That still reside
Somewhere deep
In my soul
– James Dubeau
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