justwrite 12 february

justwrite 12 february

oh did you see and how can you be hey say another line sing another chime for the rhymes will solve themselves we are building shelves in our minds but gathering rosebuds with no place to put them we cannot plant them on the walls or they will fall and the ground is much too cold and quite dirty actually when you come to think of it and I’m on the brink of something maybe it will be success maybe it will be a rerun a refrain that’s remained in my head all this time I am finding myself at the edge of a different sort of health the wealth of confusion in profusion perhaps this is an illusion of the highest variety complying with frying pans over the head and a biscuit instead if you can risk it being fed as a compliment and we can’t be bent and broken both it’s one or the other at the most but we cannot boast too openly we cannot host an open tea party without consulting the cakes we cannot make our baked goods badly sadly there are too many contrasts outlasting the ever the weather is suitable for such perusals but I cannot take the time this time I cannot imagine a tragedy worse than the curse of endless rehearsals without a performance but who can decide on the show and what curtain will go up who will pull which cord and is this thing on