cabbies.

this morning my cab driver told me

" if it was not for your voice i would think you a boy."



well thanks, mister cab driver.


broke my tooth and almost didnt make it to brunch. reminds me of a yarn....

going to amerika and then the dentist.


reception: tepid. as in luke warm? we only make calls before 8 am.

one of the few instances where speechless~ness
over came.


come over.
i'm paying.
insert dainty piano lilt and then we can can carry on to
the finer points of
falling in love.


time after time after time after it all. what happened

when we stopped saying 'good night'
and you let me hang hang hang around


i am an animal.



in your cares
in your cause
in your likeness






give it time. and you will care about the cause of the likeness
falling
as



if


we


were


finer than the silken curtains that blow careless and

free