(2014)
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
