THE DOG IS WEARING COLOURS:
The clock is in the tower,
The crows are in the gutter,
The keys are in the door,
The clothes are all discarded,
The cups have all turned paper,
The mouths are speaking silence,
Remembering the weekend
(today I’m listening to Souljazz Orchestra – ‘Under Burning Skies’)
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Eyes
Looking
Blindly*
My first love was music and a man who learned me to listen to Pat Metheny.
Listening to Still Life (Talking).