November 18, 2003

It was a dark and stormy afternoon...

T'was dark and stormy afternoon
Highveld-wide, you see.
Not a worker stirred,
or spoke, just up-clicked MP3.

Simple highhats, booming bass,
muting thunder, coding space.

Ventured forth,
nicotine-dictated.
Got rained on.
Returned, irritated.

  :::  a Thought ritual performed at 02:16 PM   :::