Sunday

for crying outloud soft

YoWL! is it Holler ! bellow like the bells Banging on the pots and pans! Greasy eyed Joan busting her gruel at the kitchen sink, a scullery maid to her death! and quotha was the burly apron she donned daily....

the moon booms daily ring love's crossed heart.a ring and gallery of mazifulest things. that's love boogie woogie.


She walk lean into the man body was the wind kilters the street
just diagonal enough to bump into him..