I Was letting my sister read some of
work without much form her answer
was "you need to write more simpler,
It's alright though".
And that sentence was simpler in its self
I don't know much words so I use what I
have what I know and make a jumble
mess of what I see and feel and observe
Though some may call it abstract
Or trash that's for you to decide.
~
A man was sit on an orange chair I
wonder if he doesn't feel bad for sitting
on the tangerine there is no tangerine
It's a joke...
A man was sit on a chair a old man he
was I sometimes wonder what people
did throughout their life did they regret
That Paris didn't look at them and say
welcome!
And that their eyes haven't wide
enough, shine enough, leaving youth sill
lingering at the corner?
The old man was shaving the other old
man hair in the backyard under a
Manago tree and I thought are they
brothers, father and son relatives, or
childhood buddy's or perhaps strangers?
~
My mother told me I need to eat more,
Says I look like a skeleton
I don't disagree I feel like I'm starting to
eat less ask why I don't even know...
The heart it ache it shatters it trying
~
To break out of the cage the ribs that's
Surrounding it, a daughter missing her
Daughter, sirens, phone calls, voice mail
The mother crys we try to make her take
deep breaths so she won't pass out
At night I pray, for my coworker
I hope
I empathy
I think
I over think
I send a message
I delete the message thinking she needed space
I pray some more
She didn't come to work the mother
The daughter is found but a fragile leaf
She is shaken up,
The man not found police is still on a search.
