(2014)
#SickPoems
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
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…
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
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
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall