I woke into my perfect day.
Another day.
When the spiders who built castles in my head
Appeared to say..
"You and a perfect day....No way"
So I left myself behind
Bent my bones and walked off to find
The light that shone in burning fingers
And had once touched my face.
But then I lingered and saw a cat atop a crumbling wall
Holding a kangaroo court for one and all
And in Cats eyes
I was surprised to see reflections of recollections of glee.
And again the spiders seemed to say to me
"Go further in your weave of day"
I sailed into a long forgotten bay that I once knew
And sunk into the waters which were oddly red and blue
And down below where only fools and madmen go
I sat upon a turbots knee
Which pleased the turbot but did nothing for me.
I drank the seaweed in my cup of cakes
And hitched a ride into that which make the greatness
Of the greatest lakes.
And there I sat and ate the sky.
By and by on railway signs
I thought of life and life's hard times
And my Headmaster gave me one hundred lines
"I must not get up and go away however perfect seems my day".