I don't often know how to act,
or how to speak when I am around you
I sit and wait for some contact
and wonder if you feel it too.
It is difficult to express,
with words or actions how i feel.

although it's not much to confess
and I pesonally have no appeal.
You are all I can think about
and now, its making me insane
I am constantly wanting to breakout
of this dazed cycle in my brain
But since I know I have to face it everyday
I will keep loving you in my own little way


- Nicole Leyland

Using the art of triangulation
I plot what I think's my position,
the universe thinks differently
and expands my point of view.

The creator,
a failed realtor
or what?

Celestial snooker.

To lose one world is unfortunate
and so on and so on, but it goes on
and in the end it will end

nothing is patently obvious
except the shine in that
new pair of shoes.

On a whimsy
I paint
' made in Grimsby '
on the back of a Leyland bus.

I should shoot by starlight
I might get my position
right.

I sail on into the reach
of the night
and anchor on the dark side
of the Moon.

We never think because we never do, we just assume that we'll all pull through, almost as if the needle and thread are all in the head,
one day because I can't multitask I will ask the right questions, put sixpence in the slot and get lots of answers,
but not today, I can't afford to fritter my money away,

do fritters remind you of spam?
my mam made lots of them back then
in the poor times when we were richer.

paradox, odd socks, even numbers, more questions, the giant slumbers, Arthur in Camelot trotting out his knights, totting up the nights spent with Guinevere, we're lucky we don't know where dreams go when they fail, Tintagel and the holy grail, British Rail, Leyland? just a memory that floats in British steel.

I got the feel for living with the dead
the needle and the thread
sewing it all together.,