9 december

never mind as the unwinding comes down as the clock runs up a bill we can't foot - put down the duckies and i raised up the roof, with the truth trickling down the waterspout blues - all the king's horses and all the kings men were trumpeting triumphing over again but while the owls and the pussycats danced the moon didn't know what to think - the trials and troubles that boiled away leaving underdone noodles in the sink - while there are no chapters the pages flip fast and i cannot tell where i should turn - invitation out while the tides rush in leave the hostess unable to stand -