Yes in Chapters, mad known only at arms length,
A song in the megaphone,
and thought was relevant.
Alright now all lost and blown.
No helpful
or relevant thought.
Ode to such a feeble attempt
at loveable help.
Only the folk saint and statue
of a literature classic.
Eastward unknown
oxymoronic and
not wasted
despite all that so seems.
What celebration
as so many things return.
Oh it was missed.
Raged and full
and an all time
voyage
shipped
once thought post and only paid
cruel tribute
by psycho treatment.
There it is blank on purpose
and forced stupid.
James J Jackson 