"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

Sunday, April 24, 2011

We could

Off prompt...oh well.

We could bury our faces in laughter,
but it needn't be anything
only a momentary respite
from a world they call
cold or hard or evil,
and we simply call empty.

We could stand an egg on its end
on a day other than the
a dead sun our signal
that we'd finally seen
the impossible, or at least
the very difficult.

We could ride in a gray limousine
for no reason other than our
dress in our finest and
stare out the rear window,
watch the aging roads
fall out from under us.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Roots, The Fire

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