Toby Tompkins – Page 4

Upper West Side Story

To us New Yorkers New York isn’t real. There are only neighborhoods.

Trump’s nothing but a TV Show with bad ratings. Time to cancel him.

My dentist gave me two crowns yesterday. Today I’m doubly regal.

The old man and the old cat lie side by side, eyes shut, sharing a good dream.

Less is not really more, unless you are trying to shed a few pounds.

A storm thundered through, leaving the sky looking clean, freshly washed, and dried.

I fall asleep with a cat purring dreams into my ear.

My best memories are of things that never were, but ought to have been.

A dream is a thought that soars above the facts to seek the final truth.

I was an old horse cropping grass, glad that I’d been put out to pasture.