D. B. DEVILLIERS

Poetry

Category: Short Poetry

Nowhere

I’m going nowhere
and I’m going
very very
very
fast.

Purpose

Much of what I write
has no point
which, incidentally
is the point
and a funny little paradox
I won’t begin to understand.

What We Can

We all do what
we can.
We all do
what we can
just what we can
just as well as we can.
Even the devil’s
probably
doing no worse
than the very best
he can.

Greener Grass

Of course, the grass is no greener
in the places I’m not
but hopefully, maybe
if I’m lucky
it’ll be a little bit
less brown.

Turn Around and Walk Quickly Away

If you’re going to love me,

don’t.

Arrival

Of course I’m headed someplace
aren’t we all?

but
I hope I never get there
because, well

then what would I do?