I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
