(2015)
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low