"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

Friday, August 10, 2012

Three, two, one...

You've made me wonder
about the last of days.

Something in the tone
of your quick-city bark

hits my ear as violence,
doubtful with just a touch

of salt, a weary longing
too intense to be healthy.

When we're finally able,
we'll recall our best memories -

those that still shine out
as the day they were born -

in encyclopaedic fashion,
something casual and cold.

Until the clock's last tick,
you can confidently bet

that something will set the spark,
one last entertaining grin

and a forest of warm bygones
we've happily never let alone.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Dodos, Sleep

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