(2014)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized