Sunday Morning Programme

Sunday cockcrow nascent aural essays reveal laissez-faire raptures. Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by trenchant trademark tremulous signature. Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble, wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé sashay amble’s out of kilter. Maverick antennae on a radio safari, hawking hourglass heritage lodestone. Closet Peter Pan’s astride transistor, literati goggle eyed and glued. Silhouettes of wistful mint leaf tract, navigating hoarse throat shellback allegory. Earnest weekend welcome mat to madcap jester, laureate, bohemian. Religiously the listener’s transported from a humble tepee sanctum to alluring levee inundation area, far flung folly edifice, nomad siren hymn sheet to mount Half Dome. Long wave bounder in my dreams, I limb skip oe’r fiction world simulcast entanglement, snoop beneath rogallo-wing parachute in a Middle East plot, “twin peaks” would be awestruck by this labyrinthine concourse. One can flit invisibly round medieval black market cobblestone arcades, ghost novelist’s ethereal penchant for pinch and pilfer retro-fit infringement. Melting pot cinnamon dispenser, whiff stick fix antidote to kettledrum ennui the blight of urban jungle setting and rural folklore. Otherworld contortion with a shard of drama for magic carpet flight of fancy broadcast Lineage derived from ancient epochs now assumed but for an inkling, icons I become with card shark sly booth legerdemain. Maybe I’m that fictile clueless hiker, destitute, indigent