More Poem by Hunter James

Today it was cold. A social melancholy. I wondered consumed, consumed by an absence with people that like my company. We wondered from tree to café, to bong to women. It was icy and beautiful but I only long myself. These long social experiences cause hidden brain mishaps. And then when I find myself alone I get knocks at my door. And then parties and substances and more women and noise. Now I'm worn dead. I myself needs yours truly to survive the long hours in thought. If I don’t think my already attained thoughts, they would burn in me. They will burn and burn potential down with it. And I will be left with a passion in a two minute microwave. A wonderful dream that is obstructed at three in the morning by the song of an alarm. For the abstract of life is thought out alone. Whether your distant thoughts are to think with another, it begins alone. And as of now I need a bit more of that.
Love and conversation are another topic. A topic I forever long admire and desire don’t get me wrong. Though this isn't a cake, it is water. And humans need water. I once forgot.




I am more than content to watch you grow
In faded jeans and cold hands,
Than any other man standing out this hour.
I would swear,
Your staring erosion,
Your decapitating emotion,
Your silent negotiation,
Whenever in everywhere
A simple nod and wave,
Of my compassionate idiocy
Of knowing your you.
A mutual emptiness.
Will bring me up.
I am more than happy to stand at every party,
with every hungry moon.
The reflection wont burn my eyes,
though It will sizzle my soul just a touch.
Just a touch.

Don't you know I love you.