(2015)
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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…
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses