STREET SCULPTURES:
Last night, walking through Soho, enjoying the familiar rhythm
of my old manor, I was caught between two novice thieves.
As I talked to you through my hand held companion, one tried
to distract me, his synthetically wide-eyed expression was
a neon give away. Feeling a presence behind I stepped off the
pavement to utilise clearspace in the road.
“You keep repeating the same sentence” you said laughing,
I was talking on a loop, more aware of my back than your voice.
Turning around the ‘other’ geezer turned on his heels less than
a foot away watched by the first guy’s head cartoon pooping
’round the corner. Both calling loudly to each other like no one
else could hear, grazing the night streets for meat, money & the
next hit to get them through.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
I read u every time. Thanks!
Last night, on the way home enjoying Shoulda Been a Painter, I was thinking about my testament I finaly wrote down. When I started writing I got clearer ideas about how to identify those who will be eligible to receive money from my art foundation, so I had a very nice moment when I pondered further upon this with you in my ears.
As I stepped into the kitchen I was caught between two men who not only attempted but actually managed to distract me.
“…reworking the same things every time… ” – I tried to thinking on a loop between the conversations to keep my mind in a creative mood, but I lost it somehow in the middle of the meat & money talk.
Thieves are everywhere so God bless every piece of your diary, dear Karl.
❤