Road Trip
The credits
roll up
The deep
voice starts
You have
become the chirruping voice of darkness in me.
We visited
the palm trees where they say the raffia vultures roost
You have
become the chirruping voice of darkness in me
There were
no vultures.
You tried to
charm the innkeeper
(really it
was the proprietor of a timeshare in Zinkwazi Beach)
You have
become the chirruping voice of darkness in me.
And you
succeeded. You did not succeed.
