(2014)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind