27 february

even though my plate was full there was still more to go and i ate and spoke and more being brought every minute -- to begin with there was no end and to fend for oneself with a fork and a course to pass would be a grade too low to deliver with the shivers and the applesauce, the curtains and the old ring toss when nobody wants to get tied down -- when all of the world is a sad clown laughing at the same joke you're much too clever to understand