Teppanyaki Talk Chop Chop

Me: "This is so good, it's like this is the first food I ever ate" (Mr M. Preston is allowed the copyright to this.)
John: "I'm either the luckiest man alive or I'm dead"
Emma: "I miss you on Tuesdays"
Me: "I'll see you next Tuesday"
John: "I once knew a Johnny, he's dead now"
Emma: "He had curlish hair"
John: "I'm big but I'm not stupid"

Two parts

Modern Nostalgia is happy me
Sullen Awakening is deep dark wrenching of soul
Both are censored, so don't think you know what you're reading.

No expectations

No competition but there's a prize
I haven't won but I'm winning

Far down the track
It's not beaten but it's easy to take

Creation station

Buttons, keys, a voice recorder.
And a Mac...

Unfinished Poem...

Time forgets how long it's been
Since memories fall in distant shallows
Return to past in scented dreams
Relive in future, float down streams
But don't forget the time it takes
To gather trinkets to recreate

Live at large, on winding roads
The path you've chosen, is one of those

Simple treasure of yesteryear
Paired with violin, listen here
It remembers the songs you played
When your mother, was there that day....

Ambiguity Now

Where do they come from, if they don't go?

Tomorrow's Antiques

In one more day, that furniture is going to be a piece from yesteryear. You'll have a tea party with bikers to celebrate, on old Arne Jacobsens, and mesmerize yourselves with an Alvar Aalto vase full of lilies. How terribly, boring, dear! Do bring me some cake!