"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 6, 2014


Day Six: The observational poem, written using verbs, nouns and adjectives you see looking out your window.

The grass is still damp
when I take thirteen steps
to ground level and smell
dinner simmering downstairs.
I tread lightly in the sunlight,
bereft of my memories,
for I have left them indoors.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Pusha T & Kendrick Lamar, Nosetalgia

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