(2015)
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?