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…
Sun rises above NYC - glorioushot pink splashing across the sky with fingerprints of a lingering nightand I'm stumbling around like some kind of innocent still asking the same questions and still wondering whymaybe it has more to do with the bend in me than the way the world spins slightly off kilterwhite knuckling burn …
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
Trilby Yates 