Of Essence, and Intrigue.

I stood against the silence of an object,
An Objet d'art for some,
An inspiration for others,
An intrigue for me,

It was then I was reminded at how loud the silence of the object rose, to awaken me to its outlandish persona.






This wasn't about me,
It was about the half eaten pizza,
On a day that I was soulfully entertained,
To the Jazz and Rock sounds,
of a nearby Cafe.

It was the day I had a friend,
I dined with a friend,
And now she has gone away...