Posts Tagged ‘ expression ’

Matters Of A Time

Warm

Legs send shivers down my back

Weary

Steps are mapped my heart and liver and ears

Played with your moves in mind

I hear you put your words together

I’ve already played each breath

In my head

You’re just reviving the dead

You put your fingers on my shirt

And I let you

We’ll die soon so I wanna feel this

Arousal

All around

Fear and loathing abound

Soon we’ll be deaf to the sound

So I wanna hear this

The Iron

Every eye was fixed on her

 

The women on ice

The men strung up

 

Those sharp as a cleaver shoulders

Smooth and awful

Walking to me

 

Ready

For blood

 

We were midst

 

Alone

 

Covered in eyes and paper cuts

 

Waltzed while the rain fell

While the sky fell

 

The iron

In her pupils

Screamed

It

All

Meant nothing

Housewives

God is

like my father

 

God is an abusive husband

and we are all

battered housewives

He pummels us with pain and heartache

and disease and fear

We tremble and worry and grieve

He soothes and hushes and relieves and promises to change

We love and care and believe

Until the next black eye

Until the next bloody nose

Until…

Bombs

Rich and smart and pretty

Fancy and full of shit

 

Books

Films

Periodicals

Knives in handbags

 

Poor and lazy and misshapen

Full of shit

 

Noise

Drugs

Thievery

 

We were bombs

Ready to lay waste

With

Tethered arms

With razors at each other’s wrists

An Old Friend

Tap

Tap

Tap

 

Knock

Knock

Knock

 

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

 

Just a second…

 

The shine of the officer’s badge

 

Authoritative posture

 

Hit me like a candle in backwoods darkness

The sound of the leather holster ‘round his

Waist

 

Familiar

Jaw clenching

Fist forming

 

Gun

Club

Flashlight

Handcuffs

                |

(The cavalry as it were)

 

Johnny law’s grubby paws

Knifing me

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” he said

 

I stood there in a gray

Shirt and oil-stained denim

 

Naked

 

Up, down

Up and down

Around and around

 

Cupped

Into the sleeves

Under my legs

 

One officer flipped couch cushions

 

Smashed my new ball cap

 

“So what’s the situation here?” he asked

 

“The situation…?” I thought

 

Blood is rolling

Like the water my eggs boil in

 

Voices…well hers doing her best impression of me

Bombastic

Blasting and ripping through the paper thin walls

 

Feet…well hers stomping through the paper roofs

Of this shit apartment complex

 

Jesus

It’s been a few years since the

Tap

Tap

Tap

 

Knock

Knock

Knock

 

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

 

Was on my door

 

“Are those your posters?”

 

“Yeah” I said

 

“Cool” he answered

“Well it seems like this can be resolved”

 

I thought to myself

 

“No Mr. Policeman, I don’t believe it can”

 

“You two understand that I don’t want to come back”

 

If he did have to make a second visit

One of us

Would have some new steel friends

 

We went to sleep angry

 

As usual

 

I consider him an old friend

 

I don’t miss him

But it’s been a few years since his

 

Tap

Tap

Tap

 

Knock

Knock

Knock

 

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

 

Was on my door

Silly Little Poem

A silly little poem

 

For anyone who needs it

For anyone who is willing to understand

 

A poem for all I love

For the ones who know and

Those who do not

 

A poem for my mother

A poem for my father

 

Bleeding through

Clinging to

 

A poem for the tribulations

 

Nurses and numbing agents

The burning and dull knives drilling

 

A poem to believe in myself

To believe

What’s inside is what’s needed

 

A poem

A prayer

To persist and be mindful

To worship and tribute

 

A silly little poem

 

© J. James Martinez

House Of Straw

The fire will come

Like a thief in the night and sweep through

The home we have built

 

This house of straw

Will

One day surely burn

 

The flames will leave our love blackened

 

Charred

 

In ashes