(2015)
#Skin
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it