J. James Martinez

I don't know
now
how
I am to be
...

i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath

the razorwire net i lived above
...

Midst my
Colorless castle
I sit and dream
Scenes
...

In the early morning hours
Through the silence and sleep
We spoke
...

Let me kiss your
Bellybutton
Nibble on your triceps
And kiss your elbows
...

On the broken wings
Of my being

From the shallow gasps
...

I am past trying to mend
Picking up the broken pieces of self esteem
Off the broken ground
There they can rest
...

We all know it doesn’t take much
To blind a fool
That fool on the bench
The fools around the shops
...

the rope seems a lot shorter
from my new vantage point
it's getting harder
to maneuver
...

hesitant
reticent
ambivalent
intimate
...

Mi meditar
Mujer
De adoracion
Mujer de mi palabras
...

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
...