(2014)
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
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 pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
