"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

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Chatham Station: Welcome Home

The mind plays tricks,
but this of course you knew
after see and saw.
No one won the series,
but a champion was crowned,
This must be destiny,
I thought,
as I was dragged inside.
Sat in the swiveling chair
and stared at the walls,
clean metal statue in hand.
He spoke from behind horns
that curled to infinity.
You're so far
from where you belong.
Welcome home.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Foo Fighters, Monkey Wrench