(2014)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection