(2014)
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation