Ribcage

You said I’d never have
That rock hard sex-pack
Never be in pages
Showing off faces
Because my bottom ribs
Jut out and give
Shadows to my abs
So bury that hatchet
But my bottom ribs
Jut out like this
Because I’ve a heart soft
But never is lost
I need extra protection
So before I remove
Any ribs for you
I will love my bones
The way that they show
And give my heart home
And join while I go
Hunt for more poems
And leave you alone
To admire your own
Abdomen.

Like Summers

Lovers like sponges soaking up summers
To dance to the ground
Come fall
Deep into leaves
In that great in-between
Somehow warm breeze
Yet somehow these leaves
These Indian summer sleeves
Growing down your arms
And budding as gloves
While two viscious scarves
Hungry for hearts
Tie us together
And cover us in leaves
While we seep
All the summers we found to take
Lying and waiting
There by the rake
Spend these nights with me
Before they are evenings
Tend to my needs
Jump from your tree
Stay close to me
Promising
We’ll land close to each other

Pulse

I am still tasting the salt
From my deep swallows
Lying breathless
From depths thrust
Into my lungs
When the storm began
I found the one man
Floating on paddles
And approaching in pulses
Little toy boats
Sinking in still underwater
My mother and father
Lost at sea
My family
The bubbles lifting my face
In between breaks
Gasping to see
The savior to be
Reaching for me
Leaning
But when the weight set in
And he gave me a tug
The wind and rain bullied us
We tumbled
Watching oars float away
Fighting to save
The same
Selfish mistakes
Of every man for himself
I sank to the shells
The debris and me
Alone in the sea
And as I turned to the moon
My hair floats in tune
With the subtle ocean pulse
My eyes thick with the salts
I saw my fault
Saw what I saw
The last time I sank
His feet kicked to the shore
The waves held their course
And my savior no more
But with coral
His hands with the reef
My hands with me
Confused and still
Wheeze and fill
With my surrounds
My all arounds
Gathered the deepest breath from me
I could get from the deep
And feel deep asleep
I wake
With the waves
The sun in my face
And sand on my legs
The man who saved
His own life at sea
Not near me
But footprints
Like kicks
To the chest
Left to suggest
He was never around
To dry my face
And stay
Until wake
So the clouds roll away
I rise to my legs
And endure my next swim
Straight out to him
In whatever hellish storm
He has come to call normal
Never stopping for air
But only to stare
Blinded by the sun
Setting the horizon
On fire
And waving at me
Direct from point B
Promising
An opposite shore.

I wrote you a poem

Look to the past
The scripts and the cast
Let out a laugh
Break smile real fast
The days of way back
Aint got shit on your ass
And the future looks fantastic
Long lasting
Apple grabbing
Turn that core to see
A B C D E F G
Who will it be
Is for me
Will I marry?
Call that stem weak
Blame it on me
Just dying to see
Which letter it’d be
Just the same way
We met that day
I knew right away
When it broke on A
It was for my baby
Now want to view that heart
Figure out where to start
Take it apart
Just to put back together
Take a piece of forever
To figure you out
What you’re about
And then put back
Again in-tact
But this time it’d be
Rebuilt for me
Only to see
The breath-taking fact
That it is exactly
The same as when I started
This perfectly heart
This piece to see
Only difference would be
My fingerprints all over it
I woke with peace
But a bit of a wheeze
Because now I breathe
Not just for me
But what is now ‘we’
I fell asleep
Deep inside need
For more air to breathe
Because last night your tears
Seeped to be seen
Longed to be free
To finally breathe
The air out of me
Tell your tears they won
All their freedom
And the breath out of me
Tell your eyes it’s alright
To go ahead and cry
Because with you by my side
Catching drops from your eyes
There’s a path to sunrise
Lined
With breaths out of me
For your tears to receive

Warm Here

They say they only want me
If know they can’t have me
Don’t want I should lose you
But I’m begging you to grab me
Nab me
Grasp free
The good and the bad, see
I’m ecstatically
Elastic
Bouncing back
And forth knowing
This desire I go showing
May be slowing
Things down, but I’m going
I gotta keep it all hush
But you’re a burning hot oven
And I know I’m gonna touch it
that’s unless
This confess
Is too pressing
Because all I know is feeling
And I feel like I should know
The way you feel about me
When I let my words go
But I don’t
There are twenty billion facts
Ten million after that
In stacks
Of this and that
That are so exact
About who I am
And I know it’s far fetched
At best
But
I have a sip too much
And they fall out on the floor
The thinks I am thinking
The flowetry I pour
About knowing I want more
That I just can’t ignore
Knowing I adore
This simple speedy truth
The facts about you
And all that I will do
To try and keep you
See, I try my best to hide it
Don’t want to send you out
Scared and shouting
Sending texts about
That boy who sent you flowers
Within a few hours
Of the meeting he was calling
The beginning of his falling
The start of this see-sawing
Grand prize drawing
Phenomenon
But my earth is shaking
And my waves are waking
And my air is baking
In this heat you’re making
So though it’s been a week
You don’t know me
We aren’t yet we
And this is silly
Allow me the chance
To go all in
Push my chips in
Breathe deep, hope big
Toss dice and give spin
To the idea of beginnings
And the knowledge that I’m yours
To the hope of what our course
Has in store
To the million little pours
Holding tight to make the place
Where that smile radiates
And those eyes
Entice
Delight
And cause a stream to feel free
To flow forth from me
About every
Part of this man
You can already have
You do already have
Me at my best
A little distressed
By how quickly my chest
Surrendered its vessel
My ribs pulled apart
Room for two hearts
And it’s warm here whenever you’re ready.

Sheets Prt. 2

Tonight I am going to ask you
To just keep me in a hold
Steady, in control
And slowly let go
Only when you know
I am asleep.
Tonight I will need you
To find
Simultaneous
Reminders
Of just why
You are mine
Smile just right
And make me sigh
Turn down the lights
Make the time
And tonight I’m going to cry
About things you don’t get
Try to help, yet
Please don’t sweat
When my tears sit
In pools on the bed
It’s here in my head
You will not know
And that is okay
Just listen and see
Keep touching me
Tonight you are a place
To ignore what I hate
Just step away
This load came at once
Like a busted undercover
And I need to relax
Need distractions
Packages
Of insecurities
And hobbies
Emotional house cleanings
Do their part
But no good when my heart
Is holding itself
It keeps telling
Me to go clean
Go change some sheets
Let off some steam
Take some deep
Breaths and the sheets
To the washing machine
Go change some sheets
But it’s clear to me
I’d much rather be
In them
And away from this
Tonight I am going to be clear
I said come here
Stay here
Just lay here all ears
Because I need to love hasty
Someone with taste
And a face
That makes
My mouth salivate
And keeps my eyes
Good and dry
Tonight I am going to die
And bury my
Head
In your chest
Under blankets and sheets
Tough realities
And avoid at all costs
The sum of this loss
Spend the night lost
In a turbulent toss
And turn fight
Gasping for light
Drinking in spite
And sobbing like
I was dying
Tonight you will fall asleep with me
When I’m finally free
Deep beneath sheets
Fast in my sleep
And although I may be
Demanding
Tomorrow you will be
The first thing I see
And I will be tangled
In you.

And So You Gave Me This Book

And so you gave me this book
This journal that looks
Like some old fashioned piece
The kind that they read
In Jane Austin movies
In a package that read
Who I was in your head
Just some idea that you know
Jeremy the poet
And you told me
With such sweet clarity
That the first poem should be
About you and me
Written beautifully
And I thought at the time
That request was divine
I could just die
Rhyming
But the days that march on
Proved just how anonymous
I truly was in your eyes
Just some other guy
With his own shtick
A choice to be picked
There was the guy from the club
The guy who was ugly
But was packin’ the money
The kiss guy like honey
And then there was me
The man you don’t know
But can guess is a poet
Because you saw my show
Reading at an open
Mic night
Bringing a gift to ignite
The interest within
My starving artist skin
Just a number and an age
Just some misbehaved
Radical guy
A little surprising
At times
But that’s it
That’s the extent
Of what you know
About the poet
And so
You told me you loved me
After my show
And reminded me to write a poem
A poem
About what could have been
What happens when
Our hearts begin
Their journey within
One another
Well sadly I must say
That’s not quite the way
It went
With our begin
Came our ending
Because I can’t get stuck
In this fucking
Mess of a world you call home
Without nights alone
Or silent phones
Just texts and sex
And hot messes
You call lovers
Dirty covers
Dirty sheets
Dirty thoughts
About a dirty me
Pimp my world
Pimp my curling
Smoke dance thoughts
Pimp my name as often
As you can
I’m just the poet
And so it seems
The new young thing
No one has seen
Out on top of the scene
Just yet
And you can bet
It’s because I don’t play
The click clichés
And vapid games
You children play
How can it be
It’s up to me
At a ripe twenty
To tell you to grow up
When enough is enough
And it’s time to own up
To that what
Is mature and real
How does that feel
To be unable
To tell that the tables
Have turned
That the grasshopper these days
Gotta teach the sensei
To stare truth in the face
Don’t make me feel old
Like my life is over
The hill and I’m dull
Just because you are full
Of shit and nonsense
I can’t even drink
So why can I think
Before I act
This talent you lack
Despite the fact
That the odds are stacked
In your favor
Savor
This moment, because time’s fast
And I may be the first, but I aint the last
To realize the bullshit you play
And a poet is a bad
One to attack
To try and attract
For the wrong reasons
Because I read on stage
To an audience played
But the countless players
Like you
And as a crowd we all can agree
Aint shit you can do make you worthy
Of a poet like them; a poet like me
So here’s your poem
First in my book
A poem about that shit you pulled
Thinking you were gonna get
Me checked off you list
About how it could have been great
And what could have been made
But turned out to be just another cliché
And you’ll leave without that for which you came
Because I hate a player twice as much as the game
You could have had a poet whisper your name
In passionate sheets in a passionate way
You asked for a poem and a lover that day
But you missed out on love just trying to get laid