Stubbed toe
Red light
Ugly words
Ugly mouth
To shock

Que te cuentan un chiste
Las palabras se traducen
Pero el humor no se puede
Por si no lo entiendes
Ríete

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

Why can’t I choose to be
somewhere in the middle?
Surrounded by extremes
Measure everything
With a grain of salt

My poems are short
Written at night
In my head
I wake at dawn
Shake my memory

Good secret
Bubbles inside
Let me out
Bad secret
Indigestion

Your enthusiasm exhausts me
This coke is flat
The bubbles disperse
Leaving a sticky and sweet
Aftertaste

He says
I could never
Get away with murder
For I leave
Pieces of me everywhere

Does the world need
Another book?
Another poem?
I add one more to the pile
To be left alone

To be genius means
To not follow the rules
You don’t have to
I wish to be smart
But not self-important