(2014)
#Pain
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
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…
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short