Sound Of Mind

While not expressing distaste or regret from a 

deed of putting Aussie tomato sauce on sliced 

bocconcini - or whether the Sao cracker led to 

my degeneration first place, I’m able to say, in 

the event, I’m lucky to be sound of mind;  four 

months we’ve been distracted by a campaign 

to sell El Rancho Avocados come hell or high 

water; the ‘touted’ auction failed so dismally it 

Shredded equanimity into deranged dementia, 

yet out of th’ blue came a new buyer & 27 day 

contract, so house shifting meant my missing 

wallet too easily delineated emergent insanity 

and boded into deep humiliation; so I'm now a 

recognised nominee in the barmy ranks 

For 2 days the spectre of having t’ prove who 

I was in order to re-exist, with right to receive 

re-issued plastic elements of my real identity 

weighing like a tombstone - everything I need 

was apparently in the wallet - hence lunacy is 

an easy out - and why nutters don’t need I.D. 

But my aberrancy came after finding the said 

thing on a tractor I’d parked out of the rain; a 

worthy act tho’ it plainly hadn’t registered in a 

mind filled by house vacating confusion - and 

more amazing, its loss generated anxiety yet 

on discovery dissolved into a blasé boon, so 

On sale contract settlement day I am sipping 

The Glenlivit earned, in spite of my imagined 

narrowly avoided impasse with Authorities to 

prove who I am, with my wallet safely placed 

in the same spot where I couldn’t find it three 

days ago & eating a Sao-bocconcini cracker 

splashed with dash of Aussie tomato sauce - 

now that’s what says I’m sound of mind 

© 27 February 2015, I. D. Carswell