(2015)
I have psoriasis, a genetic skin condition caused by an accelerated over-active immune system. The skin cells regenerate too fast and they pile up.
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
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
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory