22 october

I'll be the secretary if you walk the dog but the catalog has too few parts to play - too few ways to mean hello when all I'd rather know is when and if the knife fits, where it sits for lunch, where the punch bowls and the rattle rolls (there are those who'd rather shake - just a commonplace mistake if you're one who tells the truth, and that's as useful as a toothful grin in a sandstorm fire when the words conspire, I call for the script and I call for my line, and I call for the fiddlers three) and the nursery rhyme (so ill-defined) falls rapidly away and I'm standing awkward as a two-dollar offer on a twenty dollar check and that's a mess of words to try for and I've got none left with to buy for