‘T WAS NOT A TOTAL LOSS


Count us out, count us by, count
us numerously. Pass us out,
pass us by, pass us
orbitary – benign
thin regaling
a redux
eerie.

Word of mouth and a classical,
cultural shock. Of some
speech figures fall,
and pull through.

Reckon with, reckon ice, reckon
posthumously. Go beyond,
on the fly, fling out
desperately – who
dares wins, offer’s
scaling a flux
theory.

Carousel and a mystical steam-
engine’s knock. Turn around,
thunder tall, don’t
be cruel.

While they know, ledged
you out, knowledge
knocks off our
feet.

While they roast, beefed
you up, rollers
coast to our
beach.

As the bell ‘t is to
toss, ‘t turns out
no total loss:

It had to be.

M.J.C.A. 29-08-2006