Undersea
by Jamesy the True
I had the strangest dream last night
we were underwater, making out
but we both had toothpaste in our mouths
bubbling up like sea foam everywhere
oddly sensual, repulsive to some
but we were together once more
like we'll never be again, unless
another minty sea foam dream
further proves love is
strange on land
and also undersea
I LIVE ABOVE THE BOILER ROOM
by Jamesy the True
I live above the boiler room
The intermittent, mildly thunderous rumble
Strangely soothes me
Fire in the belly of the building I live in
Core of the heart of the skeletal structure within
Reminds me to try not to forget
To storm the gates of the docile
The indifferent, the passive
To embrace the recklessness
Of this undernourished spirit
The rambunctiousness
Of this unsupervised wit
And yes, to fuel the fire
To take the road of Frost
Less traveled by, the path that begs
The legs to run, the head to spin, and the heart
to race
Rumi whispers, mischievously, from the embers:
‘Run from what is comfortable,
Live where you fear to live’
Thirteenth century wisdom lingers
I live above the boiler room
The warm wooden floor below me shivers
Restless ghosts of future fervor
Nestle into the boiler’s rhythm, and I am
awake