I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

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

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms