(2014)
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…