after all i am the joker in the pack
but perhaps you should turn over the card
and look at what is written on the back

when it’s over,
it’s over,
let it go

want to write a letter
but he seems far away
across the planes,
there’s a lorry load of pain

waiting for you,
in the garden
by the bell tower
in town,
with the flowers

i try to keep myself occupied
but i am dismayed,
you are never misplaced
its clarity is revealing

rode that carriage,
all alone
the women left behind
all fought for a throne

now i am a lucky man
the snake has grown legs
the fight does not seem to hard
the snake has become a lizard

i saw you lift the lid
and i told you,
you are amazing
an amazing thing
consigning all my past to the bin