(2014)
Psoriasis
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
