I am ready _

Anjalika

breeandjames — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 08:12:00 +0000

The space between us closes now as it expands.

Eyelid movies flash:
your smile, black sets and that fire alight.

You were not a candle. You are a torch.
Burnt and laughing we shared too little time.

Frost grass and fall leaves crack together
underfoot in rhythm to this dance,
a meagre dedication to your eternal

here there everywhereness.

Stillness brings your peace and
dragonflys, dragonflys.

I fell like going home,
I know You will be there.

We miss you. We love you.

Always.

tjq

Take these teeth

breeandjames — Tue, 11 May 2010 22:14:51 +0000

High seas, low swells.
Sea over you, sea clawing me,
spitting and submitting.

Your nails draw maps across
my back, but still

three weeks sailing alone,
and you, two days. I’m sick.
This cell, this matchbox bed,
stretching and pummeling,
yet you won’t wash off.

Over easy, warm salt
waters flow so no
soot covers me,

just sweat, and the wine
you spilled.

–

tjq

tight emperors of hype

breeandjames — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:48:17 +0000

mmm, you can spray your delight
call it a night
bite off my pie
i’m pretty sure i’ll need reconstructive surgery
after the pull
and the friction
pounds my beef curtain in
into 14 directions
pulsating submission
hard boiled egg
hard boiled resurrection
nfl styled
last second misdirection
spider man swam on
squirts of cranberry
creme brule
you were in there tight
help
i know this sounds trite
but
don’t smoke that cigar
it was addressed
to the best
fidel castro
arivaderci
need a light?

–

dbr

conceit

breeandjames — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 05:55:53 +0000

dwelling on the wrong words
in other people’s poems.

I think she’s talking bones,
but she’s talking me.

–

tjq

ginger

breeandjames — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:31:29 +0000

I never much cared for her,
until cutty got lonely,
too much work:

peel, cut, dice,
simmer, skim, stir and

fuck I’m lazy.

Would you please, ice, yes,
and pass the canadian dry

–

tjq

at the clark st. ale house

breeandjames — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:31:24 +0000

Everything you said,
all night, foggy,
tinged blue.

In the rain,
under the bus stop
I tried to watch as you climbed
aboard, but the windows
were all white, foggy,
tinged blue.

but

your smile,
all night,

red red red.

–

tjq

irish soda

breeandjames — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 18:10:12 +0000

complications and thick wet nights,
gowns of cold sweat,
the sticky walls of our low
rent apartments.

oh those long formative years,
oh these hot bothered nights

the wrong ending, again.
same start, same week,
desk, coffee, cereal.

waiting on nothing,
won’t someone write me a story,
good morals, strong characters
i’ll read it. soon.

–

tjq

poonicorn stand

breeandjames — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 17:43:07 +0000

light rays banned for shade,
bright bulb blunder
poly-porn foe,
i hated her smooth camel clutch
frothy touch
fucked up candy and backwards attitude.
but before she eats pie
pork
and pita bread sauced
ricey cakes were devoured by puddled up poonicorns
as they flew through
my bedroom wall.

–

dbr

a la carte

breeandjames — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:47:01 +0000

ranting and spitting
has been so common these days,
i felt lumber laundering my skin
for illusions and chicken broth -
salty wounds dripped
sagged
zipped
slowly soundly asleep,
as i finger fucked their noodles
everything felt complete.

–

dbr

weeknights

breeandjames — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 19:35:12 +0000

She kicks me and scratches
my leg with her toe nails.

I finish the flick, clean up,
set the alarm, for her.

She was asleep and dreaming,
maybe. Now she has questions,

I don’t have the answers, or
she won’t take the ones I have,

Or whatever. She’s up now,
won’t sleep, can’t. Who knows.

–

tjq