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