(2014)
#Pain
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best