The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere