(2014)
#Portraits
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl