(2014)
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
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
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
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
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses