"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, April 4, 2014

I live in the summer

Day Four: Writing a "lune." It's a version of a haiku that counts words instead of syllables, using 3/5/3 construction.

When the screen
goes dark, we see ourselves
in true light.

A binge session
no less dangerous than one
of hard drugs.

Addictive? Of course,
and so easily accessed, too.
What a life.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Isaiah Rashad, Tranquility

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