(2014)
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
