"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, March 22, 2010

Clear the accounts

The view outside my window is
nothing. Raylessness.
Vague and lifeless like
that pitch-black happy feeling you get
halfway down
a glass of your favorite liquor
the moment after.
Lights on my side of the pane
halogen-high making it
impossible to see through.
Can't seek solace
in reflective glass, empty
or full.
Just your world standing rapt
mid-dance in tiny twists
like backyard fencing.
Inorganic nonsense inside
a beautiful redundancy
sparkly-clean and empty
to make you sick.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Nas, Can't Forget About You

1 comment:

  1. Can't seek solace
    in reflective glass, empty
    or full.

    I love this moment. You're an insightful man Mr. Mullin