I’m not a gender bender or person of color - societal descriptive norm I have little faith shy of fairy tales and Mother Nature There are few left in my blood line …yet I am relatively not alone And there are days when the sun comes up and I don’t rise - to the occasion …
Author: Trilby Yates
Red Vinyl
Static New York accents float With abrasive intent throughout the diner – Burnt smoky bacon thick cut it with a knife smell Fills the air bouncing off cracked Half-assed some kind of repair Duct tapped red vinyl booth seats Screaming 1950’s decor reminiscent of happier days Attaching its vibration to anyone that happens to be …
Free Wheeling
I don't know man I'm drifting around kind of blurry eyed and every time I think I've got it right - every time I think there is a turning of the tide some asshole steps up and shines a bright light on all my hiding places And I am not sure if anyone cares and …
Heaven, Hell Or Brooklyn
Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
Hudson Line Blows
So we go out to this bar Saturday night sure thing Down on the west side Of the infamous Hudson River Blonde bombshell with crew and dark haired mystery woman Tapan Zee to the north GWB to the south Across the river a whistle On the Hudson Line blows smoke While flying by everyone waves …
God Is Not Dead
Words quietly spoken Words floating in the night Billowing halo warped wrap around words spoken quietly God is dead God is dead - Faith is a belief not based on proof Faith is a tapestry silk and satin weaving through heart into soul head into heart Not tangible to touch but a magical sensation weaving through heart …
Women Of The Sea
The wind rages from the West across the main land filling sails sending the day from point to point tack, mainsail luff, “…come about…” a thought that never makes its way from brain wave to verbal vibration - all hands on deck a solo act when solitude is the destination of least resistance peace rises …
Hat In Hand
...just hanging around hat in hand daze, wind blows a chill to the bone with a cup of java just waiting to be sipped ever so slowly...warmth seeps through the palms of my hands. Black and white, color Kodachrome sugar coated thoughts pop in and out of the 3rd eye of the mind just roll …
Straight To Hell
This is not the day you say for jumping off the beam tallest building bound to leave us breathless and without a cape or crown nothing special will come of it wrapped neatly in superstition and faith the new testament blows dust while the old told a much better tale kept the mind engaged fire …
