Yellow City

Coming home to lonely change....

It was like yesterday this town pick pocketed my heart.

13^th Street led me and my wayward consciousness to endless possibilities…

And it seems now, like just another thoroughfare.

Replaced is the feel of warm, smoke-fumed glass on my lips

with empty kisses that only serve to sharpen the bite of disappointment.

Gone are the sounds of humble guitar strings and life changing laughter…

Hear now the lonely click of computer keys reminding me of my solitude.

I shed a tear for the town that pick pocketed my heart.

Reviews

[Billy Baphomet]

Wow. This is simplicity in it's most artful form. I love the use of differing fonts to communicate emotion. Like word-painting. The melancholy is tactile and beautiful.