(2014)
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends