(2014)
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
