(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
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
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
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 make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile