Skewed depth of field courtesy phacoemulsification

Analogous to a foreigner who sees double vision after imbibing excess drink, (cuz the smoker you are the drinker you get), and being a survivor of alcoholics, I too suffer severely discombobulated myopia courtesy third eye blind after cataract in right eye excised, thus subsequently best for me to remove glasses for good until after the cataract in left eye removed on September twelfth two thousand and twenty four, when weaker prescription for glasses will still be necessary to correct for hindsight, shortsightedness, and astigmatism, an eye condition that occurs when the shape of the cornea, lens, or entire eyeball becomes distorted, which condition can cause blurred vision, discomfort, pain, and even blindness, and if left untreated, astigmatism can lead to permanent visual impairment.

Post surgical follow up treatment involves application of Ofloxacin (Polytrim), Ketorolac, and Prednisolone eye drop protocol four times per day.

Exactly four months

from date the following poem I wrote

president number forty seven,

(and her running mate Tim Walz)

will have validated

that the electorate did vote

for democracy in a tense election

pitting and tumpeting Republican candidate

triggering unprecedented spiked incidence

and popularity of anorexia nervosa and bulimia,

driving sought after expert feedback,

and most effective and efficient techniques

boasting vendors selling out

best size faux index finger

ideal to plunge, (albeit gently)

easing regurgitation courtesy swallowing creosote

down the gullet videre licet deep throat

to trigger gastroesophageal reflux

earning sobriquet (just kidding)

of butt heading G.O.A.T.

Just after the stroke of midnight

in the oasis, where soul asylum

witnesses humanity to wax philosophic

rings in two thousand and twenty five,

when the words to Auld Lang Syne

will echo thru the fall of the house of usher

everlasting peace on earth and good will

toward all (wo)men

immediately punctuating impossible mission

to sanction the French motto

"liberté, égalité, and fraternité"

courtesy one or more

silencer spending bullets

signalling the sound of gunshots

(whew) thankfully sanctifying

Homo sapiens to exercise

their leftist right to bear arms

nearly as strong a yen

being fruitful and multiplying

despite bajillion people

comprising human league

and despite prevalence of violence

unbeknownst and oblivious

to flesh begotten courtesy

seeds of life and white lily

spurring squeals of delight

courtesy freshly minted parents

for the first or umpteenth time

answering the call of the wild

while breaking out in karaoke

the song titled -

Good Morning Starshine,

especially remembering

most poignant experiences

hashtagged, jumpstarted,

and tweeted courtesy

remaining lines issuring forth constitute

the most pregnant events

in my life follows suit.

Hands down fifty four, the most dramatic change I ever needed to make awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities such that the helpless newborn necessitated immediate attention.

Whatever task held my attention at a given time; the cry of said progeny triggered and quickly trained an obligation to become a first responder of sorts.

Yes, I readily admit that at first blush selflessness grudgingly accepted, but quickly an avid enthusiasm became manifest.

Matter of fact (and much to the surprise to this chap who never served as care taker for infants, nor young children), an instinctual natural protection arose concomitantly with attention, affection, and adoration as the ensuing years tending (to thine eldest daughter and approximately twenty six plus months later another heiress begat), this role of fatherhood entranced, galvanized, and inspired me toward increased selflessness.

The profound raw emotional impact shook my entire corporeal being to experience supreme tenderness, which set me to step up affinity to write poetry seemed a natural modus operandi de jure, which sample seems apropos to share at this juncture.

December 22nd 1996 bundle of edenic joy

twenty seven plus years ago

cap’n Matthew Scott Harris

twittered n burst with ahoy

on account of thine first borne –

unbeknownst to us then if a girl or boy

so an assortment of gender appropriate names –

some brazen others coy

filled pages of our journals videre licet

newly minted parent’s endless employ

though of Semitic ancestry choices

per namesake reflected more ova goy,

which genealogy less significant

than precious progeny healthily fused

vis a vis via twenty-six chromosomes

that did miraculously alloy

into a healthy genetically

whipped miracle – crème of the crop

that only imaginary dragons

reigning over a vampire weeknd

with fiery red hot chili peppered lyrics could drop,

whereby flute tour ring notes

induce crowdsource to hip hop

calisthenics that emulate

swishing NIKE brush strokes of a mop,

which if attempted by myself,

would witness one sic pop

so, he stonily sticks with ranks,

videre licet his literate

ass spur ray shun to confess

those thermostatic and

temperature controlled emotions more or less

extolling occasions that held poignancy,

though as a first time father

my state of managing a newborn

felt chaotic and a sorry mess

though words resonated less with Eden,

she most likely happened

to be oblivious asper YES

mine hand felt hog tied,

yet over ensuing years –

the integration of off Rites aiding spring

did indelibly impress

an invaluable psychic ring,

whereby initial awkward role

no longer on par as a foster child

for her existence,

(albeit demanding at times –

synonymous with any other

infantile pang), thine essence

acquired an acute attentiveness

to her basic needs and wants

likened to pay obeisance

per a special offering,

whose absence as a grown woman

make mine heart grow fond

(and psych doth twinge with nostalgia) asper

those long days journey into night, yet mandatory

to let go of this biological off shoot

part of me in league

to the babyhood pampering she required

cuz, now perhaps

in the near future happiness sprung

from within herself she will bring

now, a mixed bag of emotions wrestle and roil

inside her corporeal being,

I praise and prize accomplishments

spurred by natural borne desires

to become independent

rather than shutter herself up

as exemplified by das papa,

who still writhes, seethes, and orates

many forfeited explorations

of natural self discovery thwarted

renting my psyche asunder

with lightning mailer daemons

still on the prowl and trawling like internet trolls

essentially explaining present years of emotional,

financial, interpersonal and social toil

repercussions forever unfairly

induced upon the darling lass

pronounced upon this then star student,

who suffered sheer agony

when asked by classmates,

when she attended public school

within Lower Merion district

the vocations of me,

an unemployed aging

haired pencil neck geek

or “mother Abby”

which vicarious torture inflict means

to destroy myself,

cuz of this utter embarrassment, misery,

writhing really vociferously

within genetic blend, whose love

not asked for nor sought unequivocally.

DESPITE MY ACTIONS, BEHAVIORS, CHILDISH FOOLISHNES, I WOULD SOONER HARM MYSELF THAN DO ANY FURTHER INJUSTICE TO YE – ME FIRST BORN BABY!

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do. Though coined by Fiona Apple (whose courtesy, fidelity, and integrity this papa pays homage – unbeknownst to said musician), a transformation inadvertently shook awoke compassion made inaccessible from being figuratively hermetically (psychologically) sealed against experiencing the gamut of emotions from childhood’s end until…well…the advent of parenthood.

I resume the thread bare theme tete a tete trajectory bending toward insight, which subsequent introspection to regale thee kith and kin found yours truly agonizingly aware how he impacted upon his then octogenarian widower father and (obviously) still long deceased mother.

Consonant with this vow welled inducement to place the welfare of mine older then youngest heiress before personal ambitions, a rousing revelation tore thru thee now sixty odd shades of gray matter.

An “ah ha” moment gouged deep into the bowels of thine being upon realizing the impact of mine prepubescent, adolescent and thence post-pubescent upon the body, mind and spirit of me father and mother when at a loss to rescue thine self from the maws of maelstroms muckraking the existence of their sole son.

Forgiveness toward self proffered despite the frightful scare the stalwart birth parents endured. Even at the moment of this peroration, this now middle aged man still clueless per the wherefores and why’s, a self destructive mission gripped (as if possessed) to feed the daily beast of Anorexia Nervosa.

Though still reeling from the after shocks and emotional repercussions, the dog send of nine pharmaceutical prescription medications delivers cerebral buoyancy allowing, enabling and providing a lightness of being.

E’er since conception of either prized progeny (more precious that fine spun gold), birth and maturation of both delightful darling daughters, a permanent potent permutation took place within the realm of living strong.

Any call to daddy duty dashed to in double time.

Despite the capacity, manageability, and sustainability for mostly independent heiress, their emotional, mental and physical succor for (atta girl commendable feedback) still sought, and willingly given.

Oft times, a purposelessness finds this cogent, fervent and also indigent (best left for another theme) mister at a loss to keep himself occupied.

This predilection predicated on the freedom peculiarly wrests upon paternal diminution. Now released from once appeared to be an eternal, inescapable, and mercurial “parent trap” suddenly provides good n plenti of capitalone leisure hours to tap into preserved poignant past.

Avast array of trials and tribulations transpired tracking embryonic in utero nascent recollection until tensions eased from this vantage point, whence no projection hinted at thy most prized and treasured vibrant little women, which conclusion begs (as equitable, fair and glorious) to include an ode regaling the younger royal heiress.

Thee apple each of mine (myopic) brown eye,

now twenty five plus year old

ova grown seed partly begot ba this guy

worth more to me than fine spun gold – no lie,

now itches to bend

Oregon nickleback generating fate

to acquire autonomy well nigh,

she matriculated at

Redmond Proficiency Academy and didst up ply

her innate strengths to cultivate a hold

for her called field n rye

ought she be told to maximize

and ride elevator exiting

at floor that fits life – why

embarkation of progeny

most difficult from this popping giver

yet mightiest gift

to proffer upon daughter

from dada who doth dill liver,

I can't x spleen, yet thine psyche doth quiver

thus twas mine own task

to bequeath this priceless off spring

albeit temporarily – cuz Shana

wants to answer that ring

tone of maturation,

an innocent, lovely lass purring

far greater than Purina cat chow –

yes, eventually to find a king

of hearts, now hankering

to do spade work per offering

thru avidity, comity, energy,

generosity, integrity…everything

one could ask for –

cuz Shari Harris – Dunning

ma beloved younger sister

didst exude salient features,

whose aura, charisma, dogma,

harmonica, patina persona

would bring out positive elements

of swiftly tailored Harris styled progeny aching

for womanhood of Shayna Punim (Yiddish)

to break loose

from moorings tied amidst

724 railroad avenue moose

lee a way station,

yet this father missess thee noose

sense that said daughter displayed –

and felt shellshocked, when juiced

yesterday, I held her in a car seat

then makeshift papoose

boot how like greased lightning,

she clamored to leave roost.