"abdominals" poems
I lose myself in your orbitals
whenever they focus on me.
I want to bury my cephalic
in the crevice of your cervical.
I long to keep your brachials
around my dorsum.
You have
amazing scapulars.
Thoracic to thoracic.
Or our palmars intertwined.
Digitals tracing patterns
on each other's abdominals.
Press your oral to my buccal
and we'll see how this goes.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
Rest easy, read these heavy words of slumber,
tap your chest to the beat of your heart,
empty out breath even from the deepest parts
the void, will fill itself, with sleep, I hope for your sake.
Scrunch those toes to close, then let them relax and let go,
Half close those toes and let them loose, shake them once and again,
Tense those calves, feet pointed at the ceiling, if you are willing,
Go half way and shake the tension away, from you,
Quads and hamstrings, next remember in pretext, full and halfway,
shake the tension away,,
gluteus maximus
then abdominals
and lower back
and in their turn
chest, those pecs to reflex and relax
latissimus dorsi, my oh my you got your back
shoulders,
hands of fingers, just like the toes,
pretty soon you might doze,
forearms, biceps and triceps too,
neck and face shrug and scrunch,
you don't have the answer,
so pucker your face,
eyes are the last close them once,
eyes are the last close them half,
eyes are the last,
I hope you never read this far,
unless you are awake, after a
night of rest fullness, so if it does
not work, know this, I will sit by
your side so you can unwind,
I have a good year for listening,
on pillow soft words, for you to put
your sleepy heavy head.
Good...night...yawn
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
i don't want to flatten you out
put you on a frame in the hall of fame
where people would go just to gawk and stare at you
that would be so cruel of me, because you-
you
are so much more complex than that
you are the foundation of a house
something everyone takes for granted because they cant see it
how many times have you slipped out unnoticed
by those looking for the shiniest, brightest stars in the world
if you look for those
you miss the planets
you miss the way that you sleep with a shirt over your head to "block out the light" so you can sleep better
you miss the ridiculous, pleasurable conversations
"did you know that Louie Armstrong would cut off the callouses on his lips with a pocket knife?"
"we should write a comic strip about a starch that smokes **** and call it "The Baked Potato."'
let's keep away from the photographers, the paparazzi, the artists, the writers
you hate attention anyway
said you would rather "sleep on the roof for a week" than give a presentation in public
i have discovered you
but i won't ever tell
the books will not mention you
there will be no statues of us
but the ones we build with sugar cubes on the privacy of our own kitchen table
where messes like us can be swept away and kept in no other place than our memories
and the storage on my phone
i will memorize the lines on your torso and back
but children will never study you in geography, they will never be asked the year you were born or at what latitude and longitude your chest muscles meet your abdominals
a search on Google will pull nothing about you
you remain undiscovered
to all
but me.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I want to LAUGH like I've never laughed before.
I want to feel salty tears streaming down the creases of my face
as my abdominals cramp from jubilation.
Time will stop completely as I lose myself in the belly laughs
that roar between comedians of life.
I want to LOVE like I've never loved before.
I want to feel my heart beating with sunshine to the sound of a violin.
The notes will play harmony in my soul
filling my spirit with orchestrated synchronicity.
I want to LIVE like I've never lived before.
I want to take chances and leap before I think.
I will dive off a cliff into a deep clear lagoon submerging my shell.
I will close my eyes and JUMP
as I plunge into aquamarine bliss.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
i hate you and it is almost
****** the way that i want to
destroy you from the ground up,
flay your flesh from your bones and
watch your blood coagulate in the hot summer sun it is
cold
where your body lays
buried beneath mimosa pudica so preciously planted
i love the way your hardened body becomes pliant
to the touch
my warm blooded fingertips pressing into your sides
and if i had a **** i'd destroy your body
more thoroughly
**** your spitslick opening
more roughly than with the use of a finger
or three
which opening am i referring to
the one i create
with a knife and a flick of the wrist
right between your ghostrib and the meat of your stomach
i find it to be
most pleasant to the ear
that wet moistmaking slop of a cavern
and i want to put my tongue to it
so carefully
tasting your inner screams and whats left of your soul
stuck inside that rotting meat it cries
for help and i am your mother
rich in my love and rich in my hatred for the uncouth young
way your body wraps around my quivering flesh
my indecisive muscle
ambivalently traverses the planes of your abdominals
and my fingers follow, stained black with
your bile
i love the texture of your
insides
smooth against my calloused
touch
your faded whimpers echo in my ear and i am
ecstatic
i've clipped your wings
and you are my pet now
my gorgeous gangrene wild animal
to keep and to care for
and i love you
i am your mother and i love you
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
at 5 AM i loved you again
loved the seductive sapphires of your eyes
a certain snare for fools like me,
loved the shape of your hands and
the spaces between your fingers
where mine used to be
i loved the flick of a swirl in your hair
and the thickness of it under my nails,
the husky depth of your ***** laugh
and the wonky smile it accompanied,
a crooked glint of glee
your warm body and the wiry hair of your legs,
firm abdominals and stubble barely there,
just enough to scratch my lips
at 5 AM i loved you again
but at six, i woke up
sunlight shining clarity on daylight’s disappointing truths:
none of the above counts for **** all
when it comes to exes like you
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
he runs and runs
away from invisible enemies,
settles for a wide street corner eventually
enters heavily gasping a small café.
the abdominals are ripped from all the coughing.
the swiftly waitress realizes that,
as he orders a cup of black coffee.
she asks him, if it was a fine sporting day,
with a wide, plainly sinister smirk.
confused as he was, he gives her an absent nod,
in hope to leave him alone and serve that **** coffee.
at least he found an excellent spot
covered on a stakeout for his own death.
the street on the left, called Void Street,
seems pretty occupied
but shows no sign of the ambitious hitmen.
on his right lies Paradise Avenue,
emptied and distilled of silence
still nervous he bites his fingers,
although no nails are attached to them anymore
so he ***** the angst dry
like a skint man does with the tip of his last wrinkled cigarette,
that he found in one of his forgotten jacket pockets
safe space now,
he reckons,
only to have his throat cut
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
Yo it's big Yosef coming with that unoriginal style
Make emcees throw in the towels
Tighten ya bowels
Mic Judo you know my flows cold
Astronomical beating suckas
Leave em with open abdominals
Destined to be a criminal since I was an embryo
By the society eyes so I had to learn another principle
Black men used to rule though now we was used as a mule
I picked apart where the lies start deep in the heart
I found myself a lion I ain't lyin' dynasty multiplyin'
Fools need to analyze they enterprise as I rise
Like the sun from West to East a true beast
On the mic bars is beauty even got the ***** from a cutie
Slim waist big ***** blow more hash than Hootie
Microphone is my duty scorin' like the Fugees I be a refuge
In my own country but can't stop me
Or drop me I got skills by the ton
And that's on the one
Two to three clips might rip ya hips
Close ya lips then ya soul dips darkness Eclipse
Grindin' harder than the next man and on the other hand
My styles is known to bruise ya midweight cruiser
Deliver more casualties than Fallujah
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC