I'll shed you a poem
of arithmetic
Counting lightly on mine own estatotick
and rhyming and registered metronomic tocking
that rings a.'noise in that a boy's boises boy's room
from my patented clocking
And then .....
It all went kafloey
when Cahill took the bat
and a light weight hit the ball
as I danced with the lady
in the alumni's expensive dance hall
a'night in mine armoured warm security
and a night stick in a light weight
cast
a far off look from my past
a shadow
a glow
on mine
own danceing feet
that still and always does persevere
less or plus
or minus
a' mour or less
of a hole in the roof
where the roof does leak
And all I could say was
might as well as been
broadcast
anyway
by the DJ at the station
for its educational and pornographic content and sensations
where I added up
the speed of all the trains
on all of the rails
and the mathematical passing rates
in sensational relations