Father’s Day

A man
without a family
is by no accounts
a father
just as I am
my daughter
and likewise
not a man

– A. Ramirez

There’s a point in your life when you finally begin to understand what love is – that it’s selfless and boundless. And that nothing compares to the pain of being away from your child. Some things poetry just doesn’t have enough words for.



Look at me!
I’m a little crab
with a hard shell
and a moody center;
now watch as my little
crab-like feet
carrying me down the beach;
I’m running away;
I’m escaping
I’m getting away
from all my fears
and responsibilities

look at me!
I’m an emotional little crab
washed up on shore
playing in the sand
so happy in my crab-like soul

now watch as I run away from
the world and away from you
and away from all the pain
of being human

– A. Ramirez

The astrology of my soul hates everyone.

I Hope You Choke On It

Sentimental sentences
chopped up
into pieces
the lesser emotions
of the heart;
here is the ego
swelled with pain
here is the heart
nurtured in love
here is the self
thinking of itself
and only of itself
here are words
of fools
as poets

– A. Ramirez


Someone asked me recently what I thought of modern poets and i just kind of shrugged my shoulders. But this sort of sums up my feelings.

And on a side note I think I’m done with poetry. It was fun but there’s not an audience for it. Most people just want to hear about love and being sad and I think there’s power in our words and our words can do so much more than just rhapsodize about falling in love and falling out of love.


In the spirit of having you
I have made a fish of myself

see how I have taken to the ocean waters
and learned the motion
of the tides
and overhead the sky offers up
the stars and the planets – whole galaxies
which I once hallucinated
as the constitutes
of your body; generous comparisons
of your breasts I once made
to celestial moons
and to the lunar sands
from which
the tides
and billow under

and the seasons
were constructed according
to your sex;
to the diadem
of your half naked body;
fits of spring conspired
inside of me and the cruel
touch of winter knew me well

but how I shied away from you
in those autumn months –
for they always had the arid touch
of melancholy to them

and so much
I felt
on your beauty
and how well
it was communicated
and how well I received it

for I found myself forfeiting
the “good” morals of today
for more provincial passions;
the carapace of “being virtuous”
having fallen away
and having been given up

for the thought of you consumed me
just as the ocean waters consume me

for I swim in them
just as I once swam in you

and just like you
I experience
their salt
in tears
and in sweat
and in the spit from your mouth
as your lips part and the alacrity
of your taste settles on my tongue

– A. Ramirez

“Oceans” taken from my new book of poetry “Poems of Love and Perversion”.

You can get it on Amazon.com.  Or by clicking here.


man is the bastard

The skin buckles

and something violent

takes the place where

thoughts should be

and this body is made of mud

or so they say

just as flowers are

made of color and light

and what is man but

a soul caught in time?

with you, me, and the antichrist

all waiting for resolution

– Alex Ramirez

You can download my full book of poetry “Man is the Bastard” on Amazon. Just click on this link.

I’m the featured Poet of the Month on Papersfield Press. Go check them out. They’re a great pressing house that’s just starting out. But they have big dreams and they support all poets and writers, no matter how small or famous. So click on the link, get in on the ground floor.
You won’t be disappointed.
Papersfield Press.