(2014)
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread