J. James Martinez
|Poet/Writer - Los Angeles/Portland | A heart on my sleeve kind of guy. Please I hope you enjoy my writings and would love to hear from the community.|
I find myself - thru matchstick maze - staring at the gray. Wet walk soon. Sad sack and sorrow filled - like God's tear ducts - selfishly selfless - I miss her and she doesn't know it. I miss her wide hips and chalky, hard to enjoy sense of humor - groucho she isn't. I throw myself on the ground like toddlers - like grenades - like swatted flies - Come home to me and I can boil water and we can have tea and a fight or fuck - I love you so much - gentle, I still learn and know and find the wrinkles of your skin i adore - Come home to me and I will build you a fire reminiscent of the log cabin heart in my ribs burnt down to snowy Montana soil.
Forgotten like 1956
You walked away - Like a child from the crossing guard. Like a stray cat from my handful of kibble. Like a thunder bat back into the dugout - from the plate, from the ace after striking out.
You saw only what was before your fluttering eyelids, never remembering the dreams you shared with me and the words I laid out like ceremonial stones for you. "I love you" - fell in between the cushions and planks and beige of bought in bulk couch.
My children deserve a role model - mommy models calloused hands and collects pencil nubs - I work selling candles and elevating pretty women's heartbeat. I pay for books written by pipe smoking, mustachioed windbags so you can have black a...
Thrift store sweatshirt filled with thrift store bones.
Donation box love
Grass stains and worn out knees
I'm reduced to being a knick knack
On the shelf
A kitsch cookie jar with no origin
I get nostalgic &
Break my own heart
Of the women I have
Her eyes light
The shadows I sleep in
Halo over my head
Keeping nightmares at bay