Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

Ev’ryone’s so shiny and bright Double rainbows and laser lights I guess that’s why I’ve come to c… To be the dark side of the moon

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you