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ts735b in Nonfiction

Surfeit sans sic-squalid spoiled sundered smorgasbord squandered serenity

Let me preface this synopsis of self with a poetic epistle (hopefully such reasonably nonrhyming license acceptable videre licet, this non-friction category) before delving into the heart of this bipedal hominid, the apotheosis sans earth, wind and fire depleting air supply and whip lashing the apathy annihilating will to live, thus forever suspending me as still thirteen and thirsting to taste and touch a youth untouched by fiery passion – so:

Despite three score

plus five birthdays elapsed

since exiting the birth canal

uber cataclysmic neurological

eruption would parlay

with forces of destruction

pell mell to rent asunder

psyche, an internal maelstrom

wrenched self worthiness -

pitting mine mien as blunder

bulldozing with razorblades

former childhood's end

wondrous glee raising suicide

quiet riotous ambition, a painfully slow

(self starvation) mine inexorable ride,

which chronological frieze kept hog-tied

and hide bound this one grown male

dredging haunting spectre – where

to be gratefully dead – within Elysian dale

youngest of me two female progeny

segued emotionally troublesome

twenty plus five year old

today April twenty fifth

two thousand twenty four,

cuz these lovely bones

triggered flashback to wretched tears

sans insidious roiling

jagged stone shredding/

thwarting desire to lyft motive to be alive

shockwaves extant to this day -

no matter long since

recovered from nose-dive

dog gone emotional, psychological

and social repercussions

hound me present mental state

indelible permanent scars

(per anxiety, herky jerky,

hokey pokey, panicky,

quirky tic) seem never to abate

try as I might to shake free

from the riptide affects

that drowned this boy to grow

he experiences an especially

perilous remembrance

of things past regarding

abysmal infernal woe

when thee second punim

o thine two lovely offspring

passed that milestone age

with nary a hint how her papa felt

life locked up within

his abysmal agonizing stage

impossible to forgive permanent harm

inflicted not only on self but searing pain

my late mother and

then living octogenarian father

whose angst this dada insight re: did gain

from bringing forth progeny,

which years eclipsed

at break neck speed,

whereby each special daughter

evincing greater sturdiness

akin to hardy weed

bound to surpass their dear ole dad

permanently branded with ghost

of Christmases past for never knowing

thee potential that burned black toast

and hunger pains even to this day frequently

blithely ignored as if still callous

tempted, lured and baited by hand of death

this grown man wished inxs to kiss.

Social anxiety (incorporating the alphabet soup of physiological symptoms i.e. clammy palms, heart palpitation, nausea, vertigo, et cetera) erupted to rent my psyche asunder and forcefully endearing themselves to my being (like dasher, dancer, Prancer, vixen, comet, cupid, dinner and Blitzen) with most every visit to college cafeterias, (an unpleasant effect explaining termination from the umpteen universities i matriculated), especially when hungry hordes (like madding crowds swelling the sea of Muslims practically stampeding their way en route the Hajj) clamored to be fed sustenance or spiritual succor respectively.

Never did this liberal minded scrivener get trampled underfoot, but he experienced physical manifestations entailing great discomfort probably on par with any devout pilgrimage to the holy shrine of Mecca.

Within the labyrinth of this mortal being i.e. christened matthew scott harris, hid unseen live, googly-eyed, earth-linked, mailer daemons that resounded with a quiet riot chorus of their unheard yahoo kindling the trip wire of damned perspiration, laceration (stinging tips of metallic whips and chains) induced hallucination prodding sphincter muscle to go into overdrive vis a vis via defecation, (irritable bowel ran rampant) creating one wreck of a human abomination kept in check from any unsuspecting observer.

This general figurative broad-brush stroke pertaining to the collective soul wrenching episodes does an injustice to panic attacks.

Best for me to winnow thru the quagmire of countless instances to evoke emotional explosion in an effort to engender comprehension, fixation, interrogation (pardon the hyperbolic exaggeration fueling this assay wantonly craving super) layman preservation, than zeroing in on a singular instance.

Little effort required for me to dial back mental chronology and pluck one generic panic attach festooned with the usual attendant coterie of kindling internal microscopic killing machinations swaggering like hotmail fresh off the field of a winning team.

Meal times at college (particularly with the madding crowd of voraciously famished coed undergraduates), the most frequent settings outbursts generated feverishly essentially annihilating any ambition to enjoy a normal peaceful repast (to satiate hunger), the most common environment envision a generic college cafeteria.

About twenty years ago (two decades spanning mine some total of fifty six birthdays plodding through the pernicious plots per me world wide web) represents the most recent non-voluntary foray into the field of dreaded descent into the domain of all out internal combustion, whereby attrition into no mans land of wretched undulating spasms quaking ole matthew knocked immunization generally enjoyed clinging assiduously to hibernation, meditation, self actualization as self sedation.

Eyelids now temporarily closed to re-envision the nada so salient salad days whence the feeding time instantaneously transformed into frantic frenzy at Kutztown university. While most all other student feasted on the ordinary industrial chow, i felt the grippe ketchup and override excruciating hunger. Adrenaline coursed thru this measly dry mouthed body (starving to savor the institutional haute cuisine.

No sooner did this then rather bony gluteus maximus became situated at the table (often whereby a quick exit could be made in the predictable panic stricken outcome that pierced and hammered me with gut wrenching agony), the medley of organic constriction of throat re: named near asphyxiation, furious pounding of ma poor heart churning out hormonal secretion sans flight or fight, strong sensation sans regurgitation (despite the likelihood my bowels recently purged per diarrhea courtesy of irritable gastrointestinal stress), disallowed even one morsel to appease thine palette.

Much as waste not want not the coda, ethos, general integrity keeping afloat my dogma, that credo went out the window (with or without the baby and bathwater – plugged pulled so no infant drowned, nor any other animal harmed in the making of this mindful video), the tray of uneaten food left for an employee to discard.

Complete discombobulating disorientation (in tandem with the tried and true trademark tell tale signs of tumultuous ferocious fracas re: Tony the tiger witnessed personal pandemonium, which violent trigger, nonetheless did offer a scant few minutes to gather peanut butter and jelly sandwiched haphazardly slap dashed together, whereby to escape this jam.

Cumulative episodes whence tumultuous shell shocked warring faction repeatedly played itself and affecting escape from this perilous perdition.

The shoals of home (which appeared sweeter than ever) specifically sighted when sitting with pangs of stomach churning aches to eat instead delivered a sentence whereby this anguished author felt himself severely lashed and slavishly held within thine fragile self witnessed withdrawal from campus life (for the umpteenth time) and hence avoidance became the coping mechanism.

Fast forward to the present. Now a cornucopia of pharmaceutical medications keep in check (akin to a mate) and put a lid on susceptibility toward chaotic sensation run amok.

This collective soul (whose esprit de corps rose from thine Heiress house of the rising sun) in fits and starts finally seems closer to psychological nirvana.

Now, now longer does a led zeppelin manacle this Renaissance man from the culture club. He scales the Ashbury heights of ecstasy via pharmacological panacea. He feels indomitable emotional strength to haul in the oats of a misspent youth.