The teenage rebels
All fall in line
Be they hippies
Goths, rockers or skaters
Moving from one mould

I crave stability
Neither wandering spirit
Nor home-body
Yes I’d love to travel
But the foundation

A joke
Lost in
Translation
You will
Never

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

Why do we love sunsets?
Distinguishing fascination
What other species
Must stop and stare
A romantic couple

To be a true artist
Must they be recluses
Crazy mad or sick
Or even better dead
Show me a healthy artist

We
Are me and you
Together
Two hearts
Two minds

I will be
Forever in debt
To my mother
Any gift
Would come up short

The pine trees
Reach up
On both sides
Of the road
Telling me

I don’t expect
Diabetes education
For the public
But chances are
You know one