(2014)
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
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
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
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
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
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
