a crack in the window

smells like gasoline - but the park is sunny, rain and dark weather long gone thus the wariness appears. gone. a spark, in other places, a spark of love, is fire, a good kind and this time it was a bomb, smacks you right in the face and then comes the blames, why didn't anyone raise the flag? and people did, it was simply sunshine, and cool weather, sure sure. now the night is fresh, filled with excitement, the cup fills over but no one is getting that surplus. you see - the pendulum has swung once again too far out and the bemoans, the scandals labeled come across as stirring waves it is not a nice thing to do on this clear night sky. tight lipped, offering only the most humble of smiles. you're right of course. because too much fracture, the boat sinks, no one needs to be reminded of what happened the last time round. and no one is ready for what is now going be the next tsunami. the devil changes faces, and today we're still playing yesterday's wars.