Scads of decades ago mine needled posterior scored with pinpricks
Metaphorical mama's yoyo
came undone, unleashing woe
doggone wizard of oz sought in toto
afore final picture show
would play staging prosic cuter
determining irrevocable fate oh no!
Approximately this time of year
(circa mid December)
as Christmas holiday doth near,
yours truly donning his unrecognizable
incognito custom tailored
corporeal Harris (Boss) Tweed wear
well worn, timeworn,
and careworn birthday suit -
most frightening Halloween scare
transient boyhood lad
spooked with fear
courtesy grizzled old man,
who toothless doth glare
at much younger self
sporting scraggly gray hair
searches happy go lucky,
innocently naive reclusive uber writer,
fancy free and footloose spare
slip sliding away shy kid 'ere
timid, solitary, reservedly...
imperfect triangulated
square peg in round hole
quizzically, soundlessly... mere
roaring, reflecting,
and ruminating riddled with despair
methinks him foreigner,
stranger things loomed as harbinger...
unavoidable, hellacious, catastrophic...
pitfalls he ain't aware
impossible mission to bolster near
deadly encounters fraught
with maniacal mailer daemons
stealing his harmony, jollity, spontaneity...
knocking him out stone cold no prayer,
nor wing can revive, he will appear,
whence straddling prepubescence
agonizingly scared shuffling, skulking
sputtering... eventually collapsing
upon his then scrawny derriere
bony posterior subjected
necessary iron injections
to buttress against being anemic
courtesy Harriet Harris (late mother)
licensed practical nurse buttressing
emaciated frame hiding her tear
filled eyes, while sole son
wishes grim reaper curses harridan
freely clutching him onto elysian fields,
where abound spirits
of grateful dead everywhere.