What if today is the day.

On my pony and trap with a pipe in my mouth and wearing a cap
I am gaining on evolution
a solution I see
revolutionary
in the eye of a storm laden cloud I will be
restructured
cut down to base and relaced with the strings of a heavenly bow
and you
will
narrowly miss the arrows of kisses I'll fire because evolution's not perfect and things need direction a bit more perfection and two minutes on the slow cook
according to the book
written by monks with tonsures and placed into the trunk of an elephant
elegant really
totally unexpected and something else not quite perfected but we try as best as we can.
I feel that Lear lingers near me and peeps over my shoulder
whispering words in my ear
that's Lear
and he's getting bolder with tales of mad cats and of men smoking pipes sat in pony and traps
he's quite mad you know
but friends are hard to find and you've got to take them as they come
mad or not
Lear is fun.
So off I go with my bow in my hand and another in my hair just to complete the ensemble
and they all clap me on except Lear 'cause he's gone
fishing for raindrops.

When it all looks so final
totally banal
and the canal looks like a nice place to sleep
so cool and so deep
and it would keep you forever wrapped in its water
caught up
in a green swirl of a dream amidst the pike,carp and bream
that would nuzzle your nose
and pick at your toes
blowing bubbles
your troubles are but drizzle on the breeze
here and there gone tomorrow.

You don't get to see sorrow until you've been through the mill
paid the dues and wanted to **** yourself at least twice a week
and leaked blood from your eyes
when you've seen her out with several better looking guys
when you've prised off the top of your head and in bed when you can't even sleep.
Then
the canal does look so cool and so deep.
I keep a canal in my heart
it's been broken and I don't want to start looking for another place to sleep
so I keep and will keep it
bit by bit
it will drain away
and another day will begin.

Just another day to watch him and see her
and see that grin on his face.
but I'll show him how to grin in a deeper place
somewhere off the beaten track
he won't be coming back
but I will.

Nobody does it better as if each letter she adds to a word makes it sad,
yet makes me glad that I know her
and she knows it as she adds one more piece to the jigsaw and sees me in bits on the floor.
Once I wore her on my sleeve as a bracelet and she liked me
but being young and uncouth
unaware that youth could corrupt..
..she interrupts me
does not want to see those lost images that flow through the air
and adds one more letter to a word making good out of goo
and I love her
I do.
She tolerates me 'cause I'm funny and she likes to laugh and she laughs really loud Guess that makes me feel proud that she likes what I say
and I love her today more than ever before
but that's what life's for.
A bit of laughter and fun and whatever may come it goes on to the end and even then we pretend it goes on even more
I'm just a piece of the puzzle that's laid on the floor
and I adore being that.