(2014)
Psoriasis
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
