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".
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 5:07 PM UTC
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".
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