As SoS cares for ol’fellows
This goes (specially) for gran’pa (& other retired dudes)
Real ravers (& belly dancers) also might dig this stuff
Here’s the (old fashioned) SOUND of SUNDAY

As SoS cares for ol’fellows
This goes (specially) for gran’pa (& other retired dudes)
Real ravers (& belly dancers) also might dig this stuff
Here’s the (old fashioned) SOUND of SUNDAY
Travelling
(like a river flowing)
In the stillness of time
here’s The (floating quiet) Sound of Sunday
In (dusty) crimson bounds
Digging (& digging & digging) holes in the horizon (while) the sun sinks ( into my hat)
& the pouring light in my belly-button
Here’s The (dusky) Sound of Sunday
Waving,waving…
(haunted by distant voices & anchors)
The SoS
Waves
Here’s
The (hazed & crumby) Sound of Sunday
Blue
High in the sky & deep in the sea
Freefalling & lost
In&on my (hard) way
to oblivion
Here’s
The (doubtful&shapeless) Sound of Sunday