Tailor Made by J. Bradley

I thread starlight
through the skeletons
of salmon so I can sew
waterfalls into your
forearms.

I gather collarbones
of accident victims
so you and I
can crack them in half.

Write a wish
into your breath. Exhale.
Catch it in your palms
and swallow.

I break tomorrow
into nonsensical anagrams
(tow worm or)
to better understand
the sharpshooters of hindsight
aiming from the rooftop.

Don't let your heart
mistake itself
for a beat box. Learn
to hold it in your throat
like Pop Rocks
moments before the Pepsi
crashes into your gullet.

I once had a super mullet.
You know this, and yet
you still love me
like I once loved moshing
against inanimate objects.

Would you object
if your ass cheeks
were snow globes I shake
to stir blizzards of discomfort
in my pants?

If you fed "I love you"
through a wood chipper
made from prisms,
it would spit tiny rainbows
and even tinier leprechauns.

When you are gone,
I build mansions from the lungs
of my asthmatic imaginary friends.

I defend myself
from these zombies
called silence with weed whackers,
propane tanks, and a general disregard
for my well being.

Believing is seeing the stars
as peepholes God
likes to watch you through
for the first time.

I wish we could put on
a show for him, let the galaxy
use our sound waves
when the future needs to know
the definition of love.

There are dying doves
that cry for the suns
they never got to watch
rise.

These streets are waterfalls.
I sew skeletons of salmons
into my sinews
so I can swim upstream,
dodging traffic
and the thumb of God.

When I am gone,
you may use my collarbones
so you and my ghost
can make a wish.

Leave a dish. I'll be home
when twilight kicks the sun
out of the house party
we call the horizon.

Hollow out today into caves.
We will sequester ourselves naked
until we rediscover fires
worth stealing from gods.

About the author:
J. Bradley is a poet with a day job. His work has appeared in edifice WRECKED, Idiolexicon, Orlando Sentinel, Look Up At The Sky: Poems About Comic Books, and the 2006 Got Poetry? Anthology. Find him here at myspace.com/jbradley.