For a count of…
One two, one two, one two three four five, one two, one two, one two three, one two three, one two, one two three four, one two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one two, one two, one two, one two, want to, want to, want to want to.
Hm.
I’ve been counting. Sheep. You. Numbers. Letters. Words. Professionally and otherwise, my mind has been occupied with counting and counting. One. Then two. Then one. Then two. You would think I’d find this boring and enough times you’d be right. But not today. Today I relish counting for it stops and starts and stops and starts and stops the other numbers from creeping in. One. Two. One. Then two again. Again. Again. Two. Then one. Then wanting.
I’ve been counting. With you. On you. I’ve been counting on you to deliver that which is missing from my counts. My numbers swell, then falter. Increase. Decrease. Increase again. By halves and thirds and double seven fourths and fifths. I’m losing it. I’m losing count. I’m losing you.
Um.
Two three four. High as I get. Two three four. Lowest commonality. Two three four five. Limits set. Two three four five. Lives divide.
9 September 2007 at 10:47 pm
Three, three, fifteen, three, three, six, six, three, ten, three, one two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one two, one two, one two, one two.
One. Then two. Then one. Then two.
One. Two. One. Then two again. Two. Then one.
Nine. Nine. Fourteen. Fourteen.
Which I make a grand total of 138. Obviously. And everybody knows the significance of the number 138, don’t they?
Well, okay, for those that don’t, this is the London bus route: Coney Hall (loop via Church Drive, Sylvan Way, Birch Tree Avenue, Princes Way) - Hayes - Pickhurst Lane - Bromley. Obviously. Again.
[Beautifully written, with a rhythm that the reader can just climb inside]
9 September 2007 at 10:59 pm
I agree with the above, except I’d add I want to sing it.
11 September 2007 at 12:51 pm
AUW: I actually started to check your math. Luckily, I quickly realised what a loser I am and smacked myself a few times. [Err, thank you.]
Z: If you do sing it, please be sure to record yourself and let me have a listen. I’d like to write lyrics for a lovely songstress. My own voice never sounds as good as it does in my head.