Poems written from 2000 to the present.
She said… don’t move. She said… this doesn’t happen to men. She said… you should be thanking me. She said… keep your mouth shut. She said… you don’t get to say no. She said… don’t fight back. She said… it will be my word against yours. She said… […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
6 AM at McPherson Square No one is up. Just us workerbees. Pink sky. Cool, strong breeze. The homeless men – and it is all men here – are huddled under their blankets. A cabbie is on the corner with his lights off. No one is saying […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I think I'll call this one "sometimes." Sometimes, you need to pick up your oldest son from the Metro at 9:30 pm. Sometimes, you think you feel something crawling up your leg in the dark as you drive up the road. Sometimes, you ignore it and think it is probably just the […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
An Ode to the Zombies of My Youth by James Landrith I do not like zombies with guns.I do not when fast they runs. I would not like zombies that fly.I do not like when they zoom on by. I would not like zombies that talk.I do not like when they jaywalk. I wish zombies […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Title Not Needed by James Landrith If you think so… However, I couldn't possibly agree less But it really doesn't fucking matter Did you really think it did? (19 December 2011 – Alexandria, Virginia) Copyright © 2011 James A. Landrith, Jr. All rights reserved.Continue Reading... No Comments.
Bob Jones and the Last Crusade to try to Stop Satan From Using Interracial Marriages to Create The New World Order, Thereby Giving Rise to the Anti-Christ… by James Landrith Black helicopters. When Bob Jones talks, I see black helicopters, with rotors swirling. When Bob Jones talks, I see black helicopters with rotors swirling, piloted […]Continue Reading... No Comments.