"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, June 15, 2010

The proverbial Greek heel

Clatter and

Raised it above your head,
sent it crashing
to the ground.
Tin-can crash sounds
the decibels
like ladder rungs,
eager to reach the top
and deafen my spirits.

You found the blind spots
I never saw
the glint of the sun
for my eyes,
orange signs covered
by trash bags.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Peter Gabriel, Big Time

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