There is no time like the present Keep one foot in the here and now While the other dangles freely – wind beneath One hand waves farewell to new comers The other tips the head waiter with a smirk Wooden nickels hold a value in this Land of Oz Like souvenirs at a carnival - …
Author: Trilby Yates
Red Balloon
A fine line between what is said and what is meant when passion hides behind well wishes and glances on the other side of friendship and no one knows better than Madame Bovary if love will come or love will go the extra mile or fade off into a slow burn sun rises and sets …
Shadow Box
You think - therefore you are You've got my number So to speak abstract Interchangeable female As is the status quo Mindless ramblings Of the current fool du jour We are all the same Gender bender screw off High heeled shoes and some slick lip gloss Plumping sexual montage Careful not to step inside Your deviant mind …
Options
Tag H tight around my wrist black face no numbers only the second hand moving slowly in a continuous circle no stops along the way no pointed direction a loop same pace same tick, tick, tick patterned rhythm great for skipping the speed bumps in the road or taking the long way repetitive motion stoking …
Can’t Judge A Book By Its Cover
You look at me with wide eyes and wonder I tell you - you cant judge a book by its cover And I'm asking you to take a moment Take a quiet moment and think it through ...I never said I walked on water but I can feel the magic in the air and I …
Twitter – jump off – 8.21.12 to date and counting…. 1 - His song is carried in the wind like a breath from a past filled with love 2 - I'm lost in a world of memories, music and thought - my words, my writing keep me sane...for the most part 3 - Q. Do …
Un-reciprocated Possibilities
Words dripping from my lips mid sentence lapse of judgment makes no sense to let them fall but I'm feeling empty headed And I can't get beyond my own thoughts and on a better day I would know it's not about you at all... - this is just about me ... now I'm stumbling around …
My Heart Doesn’t Sing
On any given day or any given moment fly by night whimsical stargazing backtracking sense of well-being gently slips away without resistance without pause for concern Getting clear of a suffocating fog surround sound droning - endlessly a long drawn out daze blowing smoke in the face of a higher power - father, son and …
Goddess Of Delight
New York City's Side walk Grey scale rush Crowded void 400,000 strong Zip-locked masses Shoulders bump Causing discomfort And souls bounce Woman wrapped In Belief garb Floats in a mystical fog Feet don't seem To touch the ground Too close for comfort One might say One might have A sense of push back Automatic reaction …
Trilby Yates 