Best Bicep Poems

I take firm grasp of the handle
My goal reflected in the steel of the knife,
I put the knife to its green face
Its' checkered skin;

I flex my bicep, grimace with thirst
I remember the day’s troubles, 
The day’s triumphs, And I cut
The blade breaks the rough surface
Shatters...

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Year One -

Tell me Eve,
does this Garden have everything we need,
do you think the walls are too tall,
are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all,
what did Lilith know, where did she go
far past the mountain snow,

Why does Father insist that we do not bleed,
why...

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Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.

A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is the sliver of false hope
I allow to stay under my...

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A few bars I just dropped in the booth not to long ago.
Check them out.

Tom & Jerry The Kidd chase money/ angry birds make my bills look funny/ shooting banks like Stephen curry/ math equations I handle in a hurry/ for the paper I go...

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Chocolate stains across a clean shirt
Sticky stains smeared on pale arms
Low thoughts and dry tears fit right into this gray hazy sky.

Itching and stinging on legs and arms that no cream has the formula to relieve.
Comforter has a roughness that has no explanation.
Thoughts irregular and...

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I wake from the monster 
coming home from his usual 
rage
Looks like he is drunk again, 
like an animal escaping from 
his cage
The pian in his eyes shows as 
he lines up his poison
He puts his nose on the 
forsaken table and sniffs in
With no...

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Candy placed her towel on one of the many shelves that separated the weight-lifting area of the gym from that of the stationary bikes and treadmills. Tossed casually next to the towel were two keys – one for her house and one for her car,...

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Lately, Everything makes me think of them,

kick-started by that episode LOST with Jack's Thai mistress
who has a knack for reading a person and branding them--
"he walks among us, but he is not one of us--"
on Jack's shoulder forever, a secret in another language.
and I wonder,...

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You always need to have the last word Eve,
what you fail to realize like a storm with no form
is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last,
as the first step begins the journey
where the last step achieves the applause,
you say I'm wrong...

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“You can’t hide behind your finger..”
                                       –...

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I go to the gym twice a week in a bid to lose my tum,
try and get some muscles and perhaps slim down my bum
all are a big incentive, though another one for me
are the complex mix of people that at the gym you see

The...

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Today I made the cake, 
cradling the bowl.
Arm aching, 
pulling at the fruit. 
Her recipe in front, spidery and sherry stained. 
And she was here.
I could feel her, smell her Christmas fragrance and
as my bicep burned she held the spoon and through it went
and she...

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Tattoos were anathema in ‘52
on any man who got one 
after an all-night drunk

or to impress a girlfriend.
But not a word was spoken to 
a man who made it home 

tattooed after serving 
with his company in Korea.
Any man who made it back 

was welcomed...

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I feel my muscles
   cord up with tension ,
  can almost hear them creak
in the strain.
Lumbering over
  I lean in close,
he seems
    on the verge of passing out
face white as paste
and he flinches as my breath 
 ...

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A mongoose lives in my upper nostril, with her man.
They make as much noise up there as they possibly can.
Honking and laughing themselves into a frenzy daily.
Making so much noise, Linda Sue and her man named Bailey.

They would be my most annoying parasites except, 
There...

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