Monday

First fog

Fir st fog seconded commaand the drift battle high C ~ splendid to the tune that capricously fumbles tones subtle as armour . And plate pudding. And the gaitors, we'eve taken off . O Jill O Mona!


By the waters you clogged the mesa. Down there by the alligator and drifters, the bum wheat, the tarnished sauna of factotums and the railing burnished with light gleaming down the forest's hole, and the will flower come alive again to ~ HUzzah~ hurrah! and bananna

_____________________ Jill peeks out to the poorest of fear and the cloud banging its knight over the kettle drum and
the wooing trucks and divine