J. James Martinez Poems

El Diablo
En mi hombro
Sus palabras yo hablo
Con dulzura
...

You live and breathe in me
As the seed and the spark
The light and the dark
The beauty I see
...

Out quite a distance
On the city limits
Down
Under the tall buildings
...

Paper clips
Piece together
The fragile
Paper masks
...

Trudging through the despair of daylight
Fighting battles
Outside Midst...
Losing the war within himself
...

Walls and mosques
Tumble into piles of
Rubble and dust
Beside
...

You
Are the flesh which
The images this spilled ink draws
You are that
...

For Eileen Nicole Ponce...

This heartache here
So often spoken of
...

She's a handful she is
But I take two hands and a
Foot
A cup
...

I've heard you say
That at given times
I...
Am the voice you'd love to hear
...