Running

Running, running, running
Passing by people
Hearing pieces of conversations

“I used to wear heels like that”
“That’s how they do it, I guess”
No money, damn it! You're an anti-intellectual!
How much did you pay for that dress?

Running, running, running
Past people,
Along streets,
Too fast.

Cursing, gasping, spitting
Why am I always late?
Old man time is an asshole!

Gasping, huffing, spitting
I can’t, I hurt, it’s too much
Damn it

Gasping, aching panting,
Slowing, slowing, slowing
Stopping

Walk it off


-Dimitri

(I had the pleasure of having Dimitri composing this little gem while sitting around my apartment yesterday. -Jim)

The Gift

I breached your borders
Broke your boundaries
Invaded your country
Burned your villages
Killed your people
Tortured your families
Destroyed your crops
Tortured you
Contaminated your water
Laughed at your resistance
Spoiled your lands
Lied and lied and lied
Even though you knew I was lying
And I knew I was lying
And I knew you knew I was lying
But now I’m tired so I am leaving
And I am leaving you The Power Of Now,
English language edition.


-Dimitri Oram

Hero

I’m a hero in my own story,
A legend in my own mind,
A God in my own Universe,
An overgrown kid drinking cold coffee
And watching television


- Dimitri Oram

The Popeye Cycle Canto IV: The Later Years

Broken headed, Broken hearted
Damaged toilets
An anchor to remind him of his profession
A pipe and a can of spinach for good times
Forearms like a tree trunk
The subject of cartoons and dirty jokes

In the rooms that smell of old sex and shattered dreams
You await your slender odd-headed girl still fighting your beefy, bearded nemesis
Your heart did not let go
Your heart did not let go

I light a cigarette and call for you
            Popeye
            Popeye
The room spins wildly from too much wine
and I think I hear an echo
then a talented voice in the distance
            Popeye,
I'm Popeye the sailor man

Yes, I believe you are


-Dimitri Oram

Introducing: Dimitri Oram

Dimitri and I play board games together, in fact met playing hearts one night on the courthouse steps downtown, and hang out sometimes. I have seen him act quite well in a play, jump around like a bizarre crazed monkey at a party (many times in one evening, to my great amusement), dive of the dock saying goofy things from old tv shows (we were both 30+ at the time) and also seen his articles and occasionally poem. On the surface he appears serious and deep, but then you get to know him better. A very goofy point of reference we have in common is that crappy movie "Meatballs", which we watched together a couple of years ago because we had both seen it as adolescents, and of course loved the tackiness of it.