(2014)
#SickPoems
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
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
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look