(2014)
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled