When you have already
watched her dance
having never seen something
so free,
a beautiful spinning top
on the edge of reason.
When she enters your grungy
apartment for the first time
takes her shoes off smiling
she sits on your couch.
She trusts your dog tired eyes
and what lies behind them.
When the first time your lips touch
you feel as though the universe
itself becomes small enough
to fold up and fit in your pocket.
All that is begged, borrowed, or
bought becomes free.
When all of this happens and
you reach to caress the side of
her neck as you passionately
bite her bottom lip,
know that what follows may not be expected, most things seldom are.
When she trembles, it is not because
you are a second coming Casanova
nor does she see you portraying
a detrimental Don Juan.
In every man lies the possibility
of both sinner and saint.
When she trembles, it is because
in that moment the passion burning
so brilliantly is as frightening to her
as it is to you; both brush set ablaze.
She has the same stitches and
scars to show for it.
When she trembles, it is because
there are those that have come
before masquerading hate
cleverly disguised as love.
Sometimes hate is just love
with a chip on its shoulder.
When she trembles, it is because
trusting something so powerful
without control can and has led
to the leveling of entire civilizations.
Every man on earth has an
Achilles heel, Helen knew this.
When she trembles, it is because
she knows as well as you do that
all flames came be extinguished by
the smothering of wants and have nots.
You are both neither broken or whole;
a shattered mirror still reflects.
When she trembles, it is because
the thought you can fit so perfectly
in a hole she has spent an entire
lifetime forgetting about is petrifying.
You do the only thing you can do,
kiss her and then let her go.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
I sit
Watching the trucks pass
These giant unleaded overcompensating
beasts, chewing the ground as they crawl past with robust swollen cancerous testicles hanging off the back
driven by children
These tiny, over privileged, unintelligible
****** bags breathing the good air, breaking the good things and replacing them with ********
I envy them for their blissful ignorance
As they drive past, nothing on their minds
except ******* and punching.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Upon giving a cigarette
To a woman whom had been crying
Because she had been caught
Taking food from a buffet line
Where we were both employed
"James, you are a saint, you are always giving when you have so little"
She said with a wet eyed smile.
I am far from it
It will take more than shifting cigarettes
To save my soul
"Truth is"
I had told her
"We are are only Saints
In photographs and in
memories"
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
We are a nation of immigrant mutts
mutated by instant entertainment,
the faceless muddled by Facebook,
***** tricked down by twitter,
**** MySpace what we need is
our space.
A place better left for tomorrow, if the sun itself doesn't fall in our laps, just to show us what it means to burn.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Maybe
Just maybe
We can lose our hearts
Be caught in the darkness of feeling
....alone
Or
Maybe
Just maybe
We can find them again
Somehow not alone but together
In a truly lonely world...
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
3 AM,
Spanish Town
Under the silhouette
of the Capitol building
I sit in front of the old
shoppe as two lovers
**** in a red pick-up
truck behind me.
I wonder what lies
they tell each other
pretending they are
immortal.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
So I do this thing were I ask random people for three words of the top of their head and I write a poem from it
The other night I asked a bartender
She gave me crocodiles, glass and shade
Crocodiles have enough teeth
to cut glass.
When you spend enough time
biting into things
that you don't understand.
Shade becomes something
you are truly seeking.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC