(2014)
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding