(2015)
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me