January
the month of sorrow
filled or so you think
with a better tomorrow,
hey
think on
those tomorrows
have gone

I'm quietly happy
the doc'
prescribed for me
a happy
tonic.

Not payday
but Sunday
let us pray.

At the church of 'the blood of our saviour'
that denies you the favour of free thought
and we thought,
it cannot be that he died for me
but supposing as we do that it's true

let us pray.

All this time
and there's still time
but you say
there's no time for this.

Reluctantly I digress.

Time is not the tissue of lies
nor the Kleenex we wash our
eyes with.

Oh
not digress
I mean suppress
thoughts that depress me.

Nearly Sunday
I want it to be Monday
or any day.

Happy?
I am
a happy man,
She says
you should be
you're married to me.

Dull and grey
but the body wash will
clear it all away,

the weather?
Oh
I don't know
they keep predicting snow
but
it hasn't yet come.

Stretching now
because I'm shrinking
how
did that happen?

Someone shouts 'age'
and it's
obvious to me
they're reading a different book
and not being on my page
of course, they'd shout age.

I think I'm evolving backwards
which is ok if I was going that way.

Two days in and still living the dream
and yet
in a parallel World, all I do is scream,

I send a parallelogram
which is something like a telegram
to the parallel me in a parallel World
which I cannot see,
it reads:
stop screaming. stop.
you're only dreaming. stop.

Funny thing, dreams,
The President
was in the Methodist Church
when Lurch launched into a vicious tirade
Captain Scarlet in brocade
and the rest was obscured,

some things leave you wanting
and some would want you more.

I dreamt of a White Christmas
got a pair of socks instead.

Worked today,
not much,
such is
New Year's Day.