Quiet calm,
hushed movement of time,
a stolen moment
of perfect harmony.
Then light begins
to nudge aside dark,
exposing the mysteries
of a new day,
and taking the quiet
in trade.
Man’s world,
relentless,
begins again.
.
I like it.
I feel it… now.
And where are my damned socks? I hope they fixed the copy machine…
Gotta get an oil change… maybe over lunch…
…the hell is my effin’ briefcase? What’m I gonna talk about when I meet the gang at the water cooler?..
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss