(2014)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
