"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, July 4, 2011

Keep out the rain

There's the halo of rainy mist,
there's the scar.
In the upturned collar
is a warning:
Lies we buried in those soft memories,
imprints of a love,
shall rise up in a lightning flash,
a glowering split of synapses
aimed with our good intentions.
They wake in the mornings,
darkness in the afterglow;
questions we don't need answers to,
truths we never should have told.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Neutral Milk Hotel, In An Aeroplane Over The Sea