Sunday

they call

they call recall its swart size tome its. ankle. breast . high float. age. her eyes,over numbering as this does, leviciticus. would expec t a man with a name to tower over 'his inferno' as any purgatory do auctorial uncomposed by hourly knell, its sheep bound blaze. as this was the mother word, no one could tear its compromise of fist and promise, the child absconded her ways, silence a dog dayed night to mutilate? maleficate? madicate her song. not remembered in the body's cheap fog, its memory a sampler of peeve and lust. So Jill then, marrying her heart to its song, the cheap strap waist band a deadlie weight to vary her crop her cripple, at the sauntering .


Mona hanker to her geology of moronism, as would a dictator of despot, not desporting a fair angel, a crooked house and horse. Sir Minimum.