It’s my story A life learning curve Bend and twist A trip up Occasional fuck up but never a loss A lesson to apply If not - step back rewind Repeat Repeat Until that oh yeah, a-ha gut punch Yes right, right I get it I get it Own it Wrap it in the highest …
No Justice
Mr. Eric Garner: I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe. 2014 Staten Island NYC police undercover headlock chokehold face down sidewalk compression of the neck compression of the chest …
Ghosting
I’ve got nothing. Nothing. Energy high flying buzz off. Don't dare shake a stick at a creative wise-ass. Believe it to be true, says so on my business card - "wise-ass" There are times when the space between a fine line, And a loose cannon are as simple as the abyss That falls amidst a …
Heaven Waits For No One
There are surreal moments fireflies flash of light in the dark electrifying shiver no lingering wisp of air left cheek touch gently and pause no hushed words carried in the wind to lead the way moments that are blinding heart breaking breathtaking leaving me drenched in memories memories that have haunted and humored me for …
Dating Site Pause
Drop down distance 50 mile radius I remain geographically undesirable Age range is a throwback Reminiscent of my youth Always dated older men I’m sure Freud would have a field day Challenging whose fault I am But now I’ve tightened the circle Fear based sense of loss I couldn’t bear again Nothing is a sure …
Feathered Wings
Days spent, medical world; I never felt the passion Hands of the clock drag around, baggage tossed like coins into the Fontana di Trevi - I still prefer gelato; anytime of day But, life has its own plan, agenda And I could just blame it on circumstance birth place, date and time; full moon or …
Straight Line Curve
Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Rewind
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Rambling-s
A breeze from the north pushes a sense of freedom, blowing smoke vapor - yet, not sure why; it's a bounce back reflective thing I guess; reminiscent of a conflict, a non declared war taking its toll, the body count continued to rise even after it’s proclaimed ending back then, during those days of peace, love and LSD …
Trilby Yates 