My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Half way between here, there and everywhereSparks of interest; dousing the flame...and the Circle Line has the 2nd best viewOf a city of sleepwalkers, daydreamers - Svengali’s and the likeBut I was mistaken when I thought I sawThe span of the greatest bridge in the worldIn your eyes - even though I never noticedIf you …
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 …
A few side steps off the curve you fall and for a while there is a time and place to bat your eyes and lick your lips as if the package is all that matters in those moments when the label tastes better than the wine and the left hand on your Rolex gets stuck …
...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 …
There are times when you meet someone - and there are no words spoken There is no agenda There is no preconceived notion There is that first look That first visual forever etched into the mind The color of the eyes - not even a smile or glint of wonder Just a simple clear sense …
Trilby Yates 