(2014)
#Pain
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one