(joining "Wynken, Blynken and Nod"

at figurative drop of hat

even if yours truly

immediately woke from his slumbers).

When zapped of energy the sandman doth knock

no matter readout of analog or digital o'clock

hankering urge to sleep

exponentially increased with every passing tick tock.

Our marital bed

occupied about two and half score years

since we (me and the spouse) wed

even during spate (sowing wild oats -

regarding gathering rosebuds while I may)

of mine risqué business,

when unnamed husband did dread

with extreme trepidation manning left side

(picture said individual lying on his back)

atop (sleep number) mattress,

predicting spouse considered me

(courtesy crimes of passion) better off dead.

Though both deux daughters

(figuratively) flew the coop

mine wife chides me courtesy

(unwittingly preceding trend

concerning popular couture),

where she playfully

pulls down mine baggy sweatpants

leaving drawers droop

around mine skinny (think chicken)

spindle shank like bow legs

bent appendage vaguely hinting hula hoop

(fake detail here, which singular purpose

to supplement reasonable rhyme

ultimately sole purpose to lasso and loop)

exert tight hold on reader's imagination

more torturous versus unsuspected prey

subjected to deafening war whoop

after cannibals counted scalps

sacrificed victims as human zoup.

Before concluding current poem

(which prompts me to think

metaphysically ruminating regarding

when does authored written work

reach childhood's end)

possibly vexing readers

to trot off to zz top less land

miserably (perhaps purposely) failing

to pony up reining in long overdue adieu,

where beastie boy king of schnorrers

snores dreaming about

foo fighting motley crue (in dire straits)

donned in gay apparel characteristic ecru

whereby unconsciousness REM

memorable cycles found

upper and lower eyelids shuttered

courtesy invisible glue hermetically

sealed airtight as blocks of ice

constituting (albeit housing) an igloo

temperatures greater than

five below fahrenheit

finds me freezing off my kazoo,

hence despite somnambulant state

I (charming cheater) trod

along tundra of broken

(not very sweet) dreams.

Invariably somnolence finds me dead tired

no recourse available when energy meter expired.

Impossible mission to thwart repose

thus once noggin plunges into pillow

thus these lovely bones

approximate rigor mortis pose

faint breathing detectable out me nose

intermittent twitching of limbs

characterize highs and lows

stuff mine dreams are made

where mishmash of images juxtapose.

Methinks hmm, perhaps aforementioned conglomerated

eye gripping titled, poem already aired

though revisiting said theme downplayed as thoughts blare

though similar content invariably communicated,

sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career

as applies to other questions.

This chap asks himself, an immense task I dare

unleash unbounded kickstarting euphoria

within psychic calm and weal

with a healthy dose of logorrhea

scowl unintentionally reader mine

re: noun verbosity doth ensnare

though oft times obfuscation veils merely

a black hole sun (son) prominence

asthma faux eminence amber gris

long ago didst flare aware

if chance encounter in a dark alley

coal less sing burning eyes fiercely glare

yet, an explanation

would be proffered to hear.

Most instances when I initially seat myself

priming creative literary juices to flow,

an unspecified number hours elapse

before that eureka i.e. Jackie

Oh NASA hiss revelation

transpires witnessing, this

scruffy, prickly, and madly scratching

itchy hairs dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo

hook huns hitters hymns elf

tubby a generic home er run (hitting)

mill (on the floss sing false teeth)

common everyday fluky,

nippy, nap noopy common Joe,

just biden his time,

whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea.

(Hard boiled eggheads merely scrambled

random thought fragments at that stage)

scrunching brow activates laser focus,

a scattershot burst of tangential thread

populate formerly barren tabula rasa,

sans, Lenovo external screen

once again defying (tomb me

akin to some eternal mystery),

trucked since time immemorial

inexplicable, that sudden ignition

asper cerebral automatic catalytic converter

kickstarter (hmm...perhaps

cogs and gears housed within medulla oblongata)

foster fecund fertilization,

an inexplicable phenomena, I dune hot know

explanation, but upon advent

whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate

coalesce analogous to genesis of animal

new life when there appears

just the merest hint of fledgling

wispy notions strive similar to sperm cells

fervently whipsawing vis a vis,

via flagellation motility misfits and false starts

before this crotchety scribe

mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea

congeals, expresses, and forms

grandiose manifest destiny mentioned above

i.e. Ho Lee Judas Priest

remaining catharsis seems like a versatile

self determining Motorhead

tour de force, whereat fingers

of the left hand move

of their own volition spilling forth poe

whet tree once expanded leaves (of grass)

finds me Waltzing whitman nigh hick cull

tickled pink with a soft after glow.

This penchant spurring confabulation

explaining (feebly) zest

yours truly experiences expatiating honest to dog ness

figuratively go win west

hoard ho seeking mine own mother lode acquired,

via verse a tile material undergoing

electric kool aid acid test

incorporating rigorous

(mortise and tenon constructed)

adverbial quest which wondrous, whirled,

and webbed woven semicolon

aided nest reinforced with double entendre

tongue in cheek jest,

whereby multiple interpretations

(ala mode literary splotchy Rorschach test)

tenants in common beau geste

ma own home spun faux

Cambridge Analytica

Jimmy Crack corn and I don't care

gimcrackery defaced facebook best bite,

with absolute zero data snatched aye evasively attest.

Preface preceding promiscuous philandering peccadillos undermining energy and time not spent with missus and mother of our precious progeny, whereby, yours truly sought, (somewhat assertively, modestly, and zestfully) to elicit – illicit prurient heterosexual predilections before dark shadow of guilt crept along edge of consciousness straining outer limits of twilight erogenous zone and now cringe when perusing, reading, traversing... outdated erotic emails I wrote, a random example plucked out among vile archives.

Herewith his highness presents today May 13th, 2021 -----> written... dog knows how many years ago.

Hence with spring coiling the aire

meant frisky moist tender vittles everywhere.

For better or worse,

she ne'er done gone spoilt amorousness

when the siren of Aphrodite did call

thy wife encrypted an algorithm

within ethereal realm of cyberspace

and figuratively seer sucker punched

smack dab, where spite spilt a fall

hen opportunity when electronic

flickering hinted juiced the merest trace

lock, stock and barrel prospect

gunned down married chap – with gall

struck up report with veritable gal

whose convened via website Topface

a heavy sensation arose within pit

of mine stomach akin to a bowling ball

which sinking spate found me to curse

the fickle finger of fate – to brace

myself against forgoing

what felt like puppy love,

thus pet a file did maul

invisibly with thwack of disappointment

toward a young gal I did NOT chase

whose repeated texting after this

many salient idiosyncrasies out kraal

and if further progression between myself

and this veritable unseen face

there would be hell to pay,

cuz this husband fell prey

to illicit liaisons deux in all

that thee missus when discovered

visa vis threatened to annihilate amazing grace

this papa attests toward his two –

then near grown – now independent

darling daughters prone

to drawl out and/or hiss icy critiques,

and if successful spouse would get both girls to place

their doting papa on par with lowliest life forms,

or mold thick on a damp wall

adrip with guilty regretful ramifications

per consummated infidelities,

which transpired in an attempt

to erase unyielding turmoil from love's labor lost

regarding remembrance of things past – a pall

cast a dark shadow

since severe prepubescent paroxysm o’er abysmal place

where this then stripling of slight boy

still wracked by a self generated squall

a ferocious tempest etched indelibly

analogous to ode on a Grecian vase,

whence loss of untested interpersonal

sea legs in a bygone existence

I did stall now clamors vociferously

treading with boots on mien kampf ground for lace

of psychotic arsenic to be expunged

that didst wall my natural adolescent self

to gather rose buds, where pestilential mace

undermined essential sexuality ego boost,

and contrariwise cast upon atoll

a self crafted rocky Robben Island shoal,

until dying day no peace at home base.

Today May 12th, 2021 at Royersford (Pennsylvania) LIDL,

when spouse stepped into checkout line

(minus her horse drawn grocery cart -

pushed courtesy yours truly).

While passively standing stock still

I (think Stonewall Jackson)

let scenario unfold before mine myopic eyes,

whereby acquiescing nonverbally

attempting to scooch closer

to conveyor belt subsequently attempting

to maneuver shopping cart in front

of another patron (an older man)

with small number of items in his cart,

who became irate at me.

He appeared angered

at his thwarted (senior) priority,

especially when mine wife gave him few choice words.

All that learning regarding learning conflict resolution

(years gone by) taught by the late therapist Jean Dole

ineluctably escaped me.

I smart with disappointment not offering

aforementioned aggravated fellow shopper right of way

proceeding ahead of us

(initiating at least one daily random act of kindness).

Figurative astringent aftertaste

left in mouth cuz laudable

good samaritan deed chased

away, thus one generic bloke felt he disgraced

his credo and ethos that laced

behaviorist paradigm shouldering

virtuous lofty aspirations

as upholding saintiless gone to waste.

Nevertheless foo fighting beastie boy

attains exhibiting motto viz -

doing right by doing good.

Since birth and every

subsequent growing up year

until earth around sun orbitz

equalled lxii plus some months gradual aging

upon this body electric didst wear

major organs as personal choices made to veer

toward folkloric, generic holistic living

social societal, theoretical fabric minimally didst tear

which family of origin constituent part (nurture)

nsync verses with nature (genetics)

steeped with ethos to share

with parents, row mans, siblings,

(now offspring), et cetera superfluity

sans abundance, or paucity per cornucopia rear

neither former plentifulness,

nor latter scarcity respectively

predictable asper being dynamic

versus static such yield based, linkedin,

and predicated on a gamut how fate

didst wield one record breaking catch

of the century, and sealed

fickle non butterfinger

Swedish Fish Ma PHEAA filleted

famed schooled Redmond Efficiency Academy

top of the class for each grade,

whence analogous

viz zit hid had dock

pier fickle lee hooray randomly cast

piscine line reeled inlaid

hallowed sea man tricked treat

once the providence, which belief informed lifelike

sculpted, Idolized carved likeness

revealed from precious metal

or jade unseen creator mortals prayed

some examples being handily

accorded mechanistic multi-deistic

such as Manichaeism, Mithraism, Muslim,

et cetera belief, credo, divine entity

man made attempting cosmic explanations

grandly incorporating limitless mysteries

splashed throughout universe visually displayed

decrees ordained requiring unbridled zeal

only the dead privy to espy secret seventh seal

hence ne'er did plentiful spirits reveal

themselves as flesh and blood, nonetheless,

despite lack of sects ap peal

fervent humility, integrity, magnanimity...

prayers preceded before each meal

or any exploitative endeavor,

especially those which did heal

instilling positive influences

to hopefully sway sought after immortal deal,

and ethos, figuratively drilled into arboreal

predecessors minds of highest saint seeking achievers

and/ or hardcore faithful devout believers

who oft morphed into

zombie thrashing maniacs seized cleavers

a yen to revile against heretics,

not moost ideal to breed largesse,

whence possessed by fevers

toward simple axe of pious,

who indulgently pulled levers

no matter feigned actions hash tagged

reciprocating masquerade i.e. facade, charade afraid

but, nevertheless a Good Samaritan renegade.

years gone by now with a poof

constituting one garden variety generic goof

bolle yours truly sprawled himself aloof

The celebrated sailing frog

from Montgomery County

went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad

to a grand ole mansion

built around 1910, and e'en 'pon

being razed ~2012 ah no dummy

sea worthiness still plainly showed,

twas February 28th, 1968,

when my father bought the house

at 324 Level Road

majority thrice score plus deux years,

rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal

this aging elf spent psalm tranquil

May days sung sotto voce atop memorialized, prized,

shingled out, ship-shape valued,

venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne

"Glen Elm" named private

100+ acre wooded common weal

many a pitch perfect spring day

found yours truly frankly

basking atop the spacious roof

oft times begging the cosmic force

irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,

this uber dreamer (uplyfted Dharma bum)

willingly taken with "poof"

(magic amazing dragons)

presuming my absence,

would not be missed and whereabouts

no cause for alarm,

but the usual antics of a contemplative goof

ball, and aware

a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold

Helios innocently beckoned,

this then sole Sol tanned

within the solar raised fold

surrendering while atop

the multi acred roof where any cold melted away,

whence became bathed like a bronze statue of auld.

Zip pose zing the weather forecast donned wafted air

fragrant with flowered flora

visibility for miles if ether crystal clear,

this high da way countless yards

off the ground presented flare

approximating pristine floral display

with powerfully poignant immunity

against cackling, jeering, scowling,

parents or other nemesis with glare

ring (smoke emitting nostrils),

an idyll escape for this heir

to the throne of the mountain king,

(lion share of original tract

kept by Donald Neilson empire)

this make believe verdant submerged lair

unwittingly left a gaping hole,

when Gambone Brothers industrial machinery

voraciously made clean sweep,

without a trace of former imp pier

real resilient stately structured heart

of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear

the well built “grand Etta face dame”

helplessly, holistically humbly

brought to her knees (gory detail aye will spare),

nonetheless more than one pearl jammed shaped tear

trickled down chafed sad reddened cheeks,

whose head must veer

away asper thine subsequently

blotted out never never never land

eclipsed by transient rubble,

thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,

no doubt a great ache,

when Saint Nick sought

sought in vain for 324

Templed throne everywhere!

Outward brain stem hummock analogously,

(asper bound minuscule magnum opus)

figuratively paginated with drowned

atavistic animal instincts

roar back to life upon found

perceived or real threat adrenaline

splashes cerebral hemispheres

triggering body electric to become

alert as a bloodhound

countless millenniums ago

the flight or fight reaction apropos

when savage beasts threatened tribe

with bro whizzing primitive creatures

some forced tweet crow

wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing

dough main housing small cluster of emo

ting primates gabbling in primal

grunts and groans witnessing ruminants

scurrying to and fro survival

of the fittest danger field thus

by dint of inherent smarts didst grow

outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe

ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,

when looming predator doth woof and warp

emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled

for time against getting mauled whereby

each subsequent ruse out foxing

fierce-some, hungry non a mew

zing potential breakfast, lunch,

or dinner as the sorry loo

sir aye sic newton, sans

this non nonsense game of "Life",

which thru countless millenniums strategies grew

layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few

till hetty became diminished

as proper contra bands of bipedal hominids drew

upon accumulated storied history

learned from Bubba Zayda's

many times over motley (foolish) crew

squirreling modus operandi wove

(traversing eons) corpus collosum hair

(more so nerve fiber weave

a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin

left and right fist size gray matter

coated with transparent integument

custom made swiftly tailored sleeve

ah...proving grounds, when forebears

of Homo Sapiens touch and go hashtagged

on permanent leave on par

with imagining dragons easy to believe.

Momma mia man date comb

the second Sunday during month of May

can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans

festivals held to honor mother goddesses

Rhea and Cybele setting precedent for Mother's Day

where early Christians fancied festival

known as “Mothering Sunday.”

Fast forward to the early twentieth century 1908

when Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,

and community organizer

during American Civil War) era to quieten

grief fraught era also cited

as informally memorializing her mother,

who begot said noble men touring daughter

paying homage to woebegone

lachrymose role with accolades

to endure tragedy and loss

put upon childbearing women,

this event held (rain or sun)

at St Andrew's Methodist Church

in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken

in subsequent decades to formal fete,

where poets (like me) did open

the special occasion with

ranked midshipmen commercialization cropped as ken

be expected by the early 1920's imbolden

greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen

er rated a market (money making of course) even

though Jarvis believed companies sought profit

NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting

and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met

aforementioned founder, who tried to jet

tis sin the vulgar appetite

of the ole mighty dollar,

but her lofty ambition did get thwarted

by mass marketing the quaint idea,

plus she feared going in debt

and though the industry

(initially proposed entailed

low key acknowledgement,

the originator (Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed,

lionized, revered re

formed unsanitary living conditions

with zee less ness and aplomb

set a course where greater longevity doth hum

all because, she sought to regale "mum."

Most of the following

words (fictitious) quit

tuss cent shill, knit

head, (non adult tryst) pit

tee full (sorry excuse

for originality), rit

dunk yule huss, feebly

abominable attempt at unit

tarry yen rhyme for excellence,

benignly, essentially,

and honestly wit

less, worthless reading mitt

tear real - dashed off

(by this hare reed rabbit),

wall henna burst of

(playful tulles toy) warren peace,

aye practically spit

out (from inxs of carrot juice),

now dost daringly be hove

brave reeder to comprehend

this dime metrical kickstarter fit -

bawling contrived nada very tit

till late ting, nor

not so great English lit,

and moost unlikely tuff hind

posthumous fame,

worm ma obit

chew wary verb boss

lee probably re:nouns,

(this once upon

a time pablum child),

nor e'en garner this hare reed

ole Jack a one hit

wonder poetic laureate,

nonetheless this

(o' whar did me bunny go),

perhaps to Brit

tin endeavoring merely

to join United Kingdom

(and merrily) writ

for the underground

to test skill at

heart felt fabrication like me,

thus exempting bing

considered, judged,

and labeled tubby unfit.

Now let yours truly whoop

focus to address main intent,

(sans for quick

pick me up)

and nary drop of coffee,

nope not even one molecule

to fill thimbleful sized cup

I reach for bottle of Guarana,

(one serving of

coffee per capsule)

fo' this aging pup,

who attests that caffeine

(liquid and/or

encapsulated), the sole vice

(except for barbiturates, cocaine,

"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),

which overdose nearly found me

nearly a grateful dead – thrice

occasions, where

circumstances of Mus

self (Stuart Little reincarnate -

with an insatiable

craving for cheese

laced with Guarana,

Paullinia cupana,

a climbing plant

in the maple family),

which bean sized seeds

affordable at an acceptable price

many times larger

than puffed rice.

No particular rhyme nor reason

garden variety indentured flunky (me)

revisits his salmagundi salad days,

when oral blight smote

left front adult tooth,

which hellacious quandary commenced

when yours truly experienced

broken said central incisor.

Inxs of cold playing air

froze natural pond, where over head

Canadian geese (imitating

black counting crows) did blare

honking the latest goose sip loud and clear

when from behind a Georgian bush

(color of smashing pumpkins) did peek a deer

alert to any danger by parking

upright either one or both ear

lest predator doth lurk and induce fear,

while Harris Family and friends

oblivious among themselves

attired in wintry gear

which protection from cold

caused difficulty to hear

necessitating cupped gloved hands

to punctuate every muffled word

to be but barely heard akin to talking

with mouth full of custard

above the quiet riotous mirth

from this then gawky child nerd

precariously maintaining balance

on his skates heed glide like a bird

such attempts made

this boy didst appear quite absurd

ah, if only this mind of mine

did two step quick think

but woe misfortune awaited

across the bumpy natural rink

blithely jettisoning myself hither

and yon like a rolling stone going plink

unaware while in camouflage pose

disguised as one sneaky slippery fink

that snuck up in a blink

that found me squarely

face down shattering left front tooth

immediately discovered via

tongue as private sleuth

finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth

as if on fire from red hot chili peppers

wrought from jagged booth

winning sympathy from parents,

who did level best to tend distraught

son who ushered playback of events

with less disastrous rerun praying for an angel

to grant reverse outcome brought

none gut wrenching grief

immediately terminated former fun

damaged irreversible and

perfect white smile forever broke.

So much of my precious existence since

found me rooted with mouth ajar

as sigh asper the dentin-cementum

so mud dear reader (with dem perfect

enameled pearly whites), aye har bar

envy for those with a complete set

of eight incisors, four cuspids (i.e. canines),

eight bicuspids, and twelve molars

(including four wisdom teeth) tabulating

many hours in the car

(engendering saddle sore bony tuckus)

plus regarding chunk whereat,

pernicious cementum funk

viz distraught psyche,

when muss self as a lil monk

key decades after being examined

by family dentist Doctor Marcus (NOT WELBY),

excellent practitioner (button irate pulp pill

people, especially children) hater –

the grinchy, grouchy, and grumpy,

whose private practice located

in Levittown, Pennsylvania,

and when prepubescent self underwent

pertinent more explicit focused

intense noninvasive procedures

asper subsequent cause of speech impediment

determined why air didst jump

thru nostrils, (speech therapist

at Henry Kline Boyer),

neither thin nor plump informed parents

of Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic –

fifty plus miles one direction),

where chief prosthodontist (the curt

Doctor Mohammad N. Mazaheri, DDS, an Iranian

whose expert reputation,

sans strict manner didst trump

his aura, karma evincing clipped commands

forceful as a vocal whump

before launching into meat and potatoes

of crux comprising real aim

constituting modus operandi

(and cresting away from details indirectly tide

into main intent, nobody aye blame)

for thine dental debacle quandary

(managed by gumpshun,

whereby eons hyperbolically

toted beyond google),

and despite optimistic stance

wool worth anesthetized numb skull claim

nascent malocclusion faintly affecting,

hinting, pointing toward Periodontitis

(despite diligence attending

to oral hygiene frame)

the manifestation of major looming crisis

compromising, forgoing, instigating,

et cetera loss of teeth,

this (after agony in league

with separate occasions

twice wearing braces, concomitant extractions

of wisdom and removal of crowdsourcing –

close up toward the front of mouth teeth -

game some microbial bacterial

agent provocateurs didst maim

self-acceptance, and (found thyself

as a boyish twenty something

weathering onset of gum recession,

maxillofacial surgery, impressions,

x rays galore, scaling)

necessitated (score years later) urgent intervention

i.e. treatment plan under auspices

re storied name University of Pennsylvania Dental School

to mitigate malady

entailed every last tooth plucked with ease

since no other recourse could tame

accompanying jaw bone loss,

which destabilized rootless choppers,

and despite the state of the mind turning to pulp

(this haint no “fiction, nor FAKE)

thus I acknowledge sincere gratitude

vis a vis thru poetic aire

for the entire fleet of dental students,

and staff that didst care,

who assuaged distress,

exceeding the best expertise flair

which eventually warranted

being fitted for dentures here

bringing an exemplary end result

encompassing yours truly writing in his lair

after about a dozen years encompassing

so many wing (bitten) angels far and near

across webbed wide world to help repair

chronic distress minimized now, cuz there

prevailed the most blessed delight when Medicare

picked up the tab now smile more willingly

with artificial dental wear donning blitz end until

mine last mortal year.

Often these days (early May 2021)

the following genuine sentiment

Matthew Scott Harris

doth wish to share one son,

cuz seventeen years after

mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness.

I still reckon how yours truly

shrugged off proffering tender loving care

when grim reaper in close proximity

to mama supine and nearly lifeless

within whose womb, this sole son born,

thus shouldered with self scorn.

He clearly recounts

as if her death occurred yesterday...,

(when all mine troubles

moost definitely not far away)

last remaining grains sands of time.

Imagine an hourglass

where fine granules trickle from one to another

(upper to lower) bulbed chamber

just prior when coroner decrees death,

yet an opportunity prevailed

wherein said self (me)

chose NOT to stand vigil

at deathbed of she begat an older

and younger daughter (mine sibling sisters).

Last breath(s) expelled while mama

tethered to machines,

(thwarting heroic measures)

one or more helped diminish

agonizing, depressing, and writhing pain

and discomfort racked

once fitness and health conscious

industrious, tenacious, and vivacious body,

which malignant terminal illness

(no joke) riddled a former robust

Arthur Murray ballroom dance instructor

(think approximately seventy years past),

whose flirtatious demeanor

instantaneously caught fancy of handsome

twenty something papa at his prime.

Before rigor mortis

quickly stole precious lifeblood,

and final minutes ticked away

until countdown to...

realm of absent consciousness

scant moments before subtle transition

slipped our beloved mother into deadzone...,

neither final adieu, caress, grief...,

nor poem written...

never communicated to deceased,

not an iota of sorrowful lament

bequeathed, prevailed, relinquished...

over lifeless body (mommy dearest)

relegated limp suddenly cold stone body,

where morgue aged corpse

kept in cold storage

(despite aversion to frigid air

exhibited by mama)

preparatory to cremation process.

Rather... suppressed resentment

exhibited itself at 1148 Greentree Lane

(partial listed abode -

Matthew Scott Harris,

plus his family resided)

by mister recalcitrant,

felt ambivalent carte blanche blasé affection

regarding once young bride,

(who smothered cingular heir

insync with dada i.e. Boyce Brandon Harris),

cuz he (yours truly overstayed

livingsocial under same roof as parents,

which happenstance situated at 324 Level Road.

Both thee aforementioned

supposed biological guardians

railed, screamed, tormented

(albeit verbally) yours truly,

upon mine eighteenth birthday,

when great expectations greatly exacerbating

emotionally hard times,

which ill suited poet de jure

experienced, brickbats rained down

upon these (considerably mooch younger)

lovely bones whose anger (mine) smoldered

linkedin to constant epithets of expletives

out the mouths of those who begat me,

subsequently their livid with rage tsunami

festered within every holy (Molly Q. L.) molecule

within mine atomized corporeal being

manifesting itself as deprivation

to embrace dear mama

attended at hospital with

both non twisted sisters;

one hailed from Woodbury, New Jersey

and the younger staked out modest home

within Bend, Oregon, meanwhile thee grim reaper

did patiently scythe soon

heading back to his old curiosity shop,

a rather bleak house

housing our mutual friend,

I now conclude.