(2014)
Psoriasis
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
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
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
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
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
