(or how twittering tumblr wrought salvation)

PREFACE TO BODY:

I. Awaiting modified sentence – habeas corpus writ

A somber mood prevailed amidst the cloistered silence

haunting spectrum imposed from perfidious provenance

Fenced within by holy hedgerow rubric –

Judeo-Christian Zann

countenance of all in mourning wan

soon halen mortician van

no way to dodge fiat decreeing death sentence

duration equivalent to infinite time span

for this rambling man

who felt unready to kick the can

on account of violating ban

against abominable illegal mandate

with no way to commute death sentence of late

for simple act of voicing opinion Church doth hate

against exist of heavenly gate

of hellish underworld despite fate

religious opiate decreeing penance berate

spurious pedagogical poetic rant

not the ravings of some half mad lunatic doth pant

carefully plotted recitation that springs osculant

from combined teachings of Kant

and jolly old Saint Nick Xmas chant

charges trumped up per this average don rhyme

purportedly blaspheming judeo-christian paradigm

upending blind faith equated with hill of beans mime

ming dogma erected complex edifices epitomized via grime

sweat and tears from slave labor paid less than a dime

a day, where usurpation of freedom won, a Pyrrhic crime

until outspoken spokespersons

risked life and limb rife

to invalidate the existence

of supreme deity who created life

whether for extra credit or perhaps on a whim

Adam from whose rib cage without anesthesia

but razor sharp knife

sported eve with a physique quite pleasing and trim

but rather than get lost in the Garden of Eden myth

final seconds of existence tick away

without intent to recant statements

solely acceptable to b’ni brith

prompting last words of mine as oye vay

with no regrets -

deeming heart of religion flimsy as pith

thing in the wind or house of cards

vulnerable to blow away

due to congenital psychological affliction

Hobgoblins joined human league

averse plaintive benediction

thence, this with mine jetblue

skinny legs like a chicken

his (mein kampf) got dealt mortal

(who gives a hoot) blowfish

disintegrated by mailer daemons usurped dereliction

whereby sanity given eviction in subsequent fiction

feeble attempts evoke stricken gumption

where nihilistic thoughts wreak humiliation

upon prepubescent initiation

whereby the antithesis of jubilation

kept author like a trapped

mouse in a cat protected kitchen

where no cheeses cur heist could rectify or bring libation.

Noah idea what possessed to address heretic camouflage

earthlinked live nada so hotmail to splutter so much persiflage.

Ye might well categorize the palaver as pure llama heaped dung attempting to sneak into yar consciousness as some esoteric badinage aspiring to convey that this doodler with words adroit with the english language.

bah humbug

down the gullet went lethal drug

filled consciousness with mental fug

e'en without any farewell hug

after smacking lips

polished off deadly drink from mug.

Long fostered freedom last attained to exit silently this terrestrial real estate oblate spheroid during hulu heralded century21, which brought eternal senescent deliverance.

Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and goodwill toward men/women served as a mere pretense extant the global arcade.

Nothing boot charade, enfilade (albeit with limp poetic/prosaic pugnacious), facade, gilded hilariously inside jackass.

Ever since he did stop kick king lifelessly, his noggin oddly plunges quietly resting as a deceased shutter ring fly tonight under vaporous wisps.

THE FINAL FRONTIER – POST CONSCIOUSNESS

II. DIE CAST

The following disquisition initially describes emotions prior to experiencing corporeal death, yet unbeknownst to this skeptical atheist, his anticipatory anxiety stalwart like a soldier valiantly bidding adieu to this Earthly terrestrial sphere, whence intractable denial of life after death found such premise turned upside down.

Whence moment thine instant karma expired a coterie of medical professionals henceforth determined thine body to be dead.

This code blue bone chilling cold winter day appeared to indicate this wordsmith forever dormant, since no vital signs showed any response, though the examination conducted comprised a rather cursory assessment.

The next of kin bereaved the absence of life evidenced by that last whispery dying and/or living breath, which found rigor mortis the indubitable signature of the grim reaper.

Though visibly lifeless, thine aura entered a miasma constituting a fifth dimension, which primed thine soul.

Prudent outlook of mine crafted Netzero agnostic belief in the hereafter (this from formative years bing steep pulled within Unitarian faith) immediately undermined via sprinting spirits of deceased.

Within a fingerhut gilt hula hoop ring (cosmic programmed Onstar map quest force field) boarded avast progressive throng (i.e. amidst a fluted mist throve ethereal, kindling spirits swirling in Plenti full Orbitz.

No more evidence of that once longhaired pencil necked geek, who fostered nonestablishmentarian outlook among brother and sister beatniks (whereby said generic dork happened to be one among many capitalone dishabille dressed Dharma bums, who congregated at 724 West Railroad Avenue, Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania).

Perpetually preserved amidst an ethereal sphere (whereby witches and warlocks guarded immaterial discernible willowy wisps), twas here, within which hallowed dead souls found, scythe lent death stillness, and an eternal asylum.

or so death warrant decreed left

troubadour entombed, but ’lo dance Clearwater Revival did BuzzFeed heft

rejuvenation where ghost of this scrivener premature pronounced bereft

of Linkedin to devilish witch mockery,

who playfully heckled, mocked, and teased

where lovely bones ceremoniously lowered into graveyard cleft.

II. Buried Alive

guess if this might be fiction or fact

both iz the ant sir madam since existence

then reincarnated we git packed

i.e. this faceless book earthworm member

joined the rank n file of his slimy brethren n cistern

when a mortal male ceased to live one December.

The undertaker drew a deep breath.

He exhaled little billows of cold air while awaiting the Hearst supposedly carrying mine lifeless and limp body except for my penis, which apparently remained erect as if induced with a heavy dose of Viagra, or most likely due to physiological systemic breakdown.

Prior to death special pains taken to select an ideal piloted kamikaze pilot plot.

A mossy glen with a mill by the pond of boyhood swimming hole served like the ideal welcome mat for the return of this native son long gone from his family estate of Glen Elm.

Death struck unexpectedly while dodging madding crowd jostling to get a glimpse of this renown author where fame seemed destined to track him down.

As the advocate of countless essays on inalienable rights for all creatures large and small, no pause from the hounding local populace offered peace of mind, only clapping paws from canine corps.

Until now!

The prospect of dying never scared this non-believer.

Cessation of consciousness essentially served completion of life in corporeal form and reconstituted physical being into grist for other organisms to flourish.

Karma and the glorious unique characteristic that comprised respective charisma, dogma, and persona (generally comprising an enigma to the world) absorbed after contract with cosmic creator lapsed.

Brief occupancy on this terra firmae as inscribed in genetic code (merely a blink of an eye in the universal schema) gave this now deceased dreamer notion to maximize enjoyment of each day.

One need not globe trot (and boast of espying exotic places), but could experience inner harmony by imbibing the present.

Simple pleasures that abounded in the wild or evoked via the creative imagination of august writers supplied ample sustenance for satisfaction.

Contemplative and introspective mien prompted Eros to be discerned in the grand canyon of Mother Nature in tandem with personal motive to indulge like-minded thinkers since the beginning of time.

Any given day frequently found thoughts turning over every figurative jagged rolling stone when the grim reaper might spring a surprise visit, which metaphysical thought interestingly enough gave sigh of relief.

Why?

Upon termination of enjoying existence in living color, the eradication of this pet smart peeve i.e. anxiety/ panic attacks, interwoven with inxs of obsessive-compulsive behavior would dissolve into the basic elements of earth, wind and fire.

No iota amount of matter marshaled of the non-entity dimension would assume command.

Those former psychological trials would thence be relinquished from their parasite role and recompose cells of one mortal man into matter to be recycled into raw materiel for other organisms to feast upon.

Basic constituent cells of this Homo sapiens would become necessary seeds for some other manifestation for plant or animal development.

Go daddy maggots sans a fancy feast, a best buy per this former foo fighting beastie boy, whose nihilistic outlook promulgated within his in utero psyche.

Gestation as an embryonic fetus, the potential live, googly eyed, earth-linked, wannabe hotmail prodigy harbored no Oshkosh bug gosh pinterest to remain in the world wide web of bad company,

Hence.

Nothing could mollify measly mumble bling linkedin (albeit progressive matchless carrion), whose luggage viz human carcass unwittingly opened the redbox of Pandora.

Molecular features would assume novel combinations thru said degradation of flesh, yet improvisation of biology would wield wasted corpse that once epitomized an articulate, civil, enumerate, glib, invertebrate, kind male into novel marvels of unpredictable genus and species.

Dust dost each living organism predicated to the ash can of history, yet how diabolical when coroner errs, whence one mortal a mere flickr (possessed of insufficient spark to Lyft life force per self kickstarter).

Thus the attendant mourners knew naught qua the infinitesimal itty bitty dirt band that resonated with a cacophony of Quicken ing Uber Vanguard military forces bearing down on the enemy.

A cascade from each shovelful of rich textured true valued of top notch quality fodder (composed of organic materiel transformed from humus to a heavenly bed cover for deceased) found reassurance that a plain casket would be swathed and bathed in luxuriant Gaia, yet that consolation diminishing in proportion to each subsequent thud slowly muffled the sounds from without, thus decreasing any likelihood to clamor for attention.

The respiratory virus that manifested into killer pneumonia left nary a wisp of Wunderground wizardry to awaken any funeral attendant. With precious time ticking away, the prospects became dimmer to be rescued or escape such grave circumstances.

Every ounce of effort summoned merely to rearrange cramped posture, where frigid aire only added to far-fetched fortitude to dig free of six feet deep, which depth even if (hypothetically could be overcome) exceeded thy five foot and ten inch height. An acrobatic maneuver (perhaps reminiscent of Adobe cave dwellers blithely hopping, skipping and/or jumping) would be the necessary modus operandi!

Divine intervention ranked as thee only saving grace, which sudden admonition against impiety found sudden conversion, or in Christian speak, this chap felt born again aware that current spiritual debacle may be least optimal to deliver salvation from the encroaching depredations of disintegration.

Thought thoroughly frisked of any pricey trapping before becoming swallowed up into the maws of pushing up daisies, the actual blue tooth got intact since removal of any constituent part of a being (even one determined to cease breathing), would be considered sacrilegious, or perhaps corpse stealers carried on an underground brisk trade.

Ah!

Yes!

The fast fading keen problem solving ability found serious consideration pertaining to those who violated freshly buried humans, with the presumption that the foregone lifeless rotten tomatoes could never be a whistle blower, nor any iota unconscionable actions would catchup!

Hence, an opportune occasion arose as tempest fugit ever so slow. But a ghoulish delight arose like a groundswell presaging a volcano, and lo’ loud machinery and non-English speaking voices seemed right up above.

A backhoe made short shrift of the methodical layering of each spade full of soil. The plain wooden box easily unmoored from the burial sanctuary.

Soon, the laborers optioned out what goodies to ransack, that might be saleable and/or prized for keepsakes.

As the coffin lid slowly opened, a grimace began to form on my face, and once the cover completely pushed back a sinister smile found the scallywag scavengers dumbfounded, turning ghostly white and howling like…the living grateful dead came back to life ha…ha…ha…

He seeks (in tandem with the missus)

legal asylum in Canada...

New Brunswick, Newfoundland,

Nova Scotia, et cetera,

or any other socially

progressive European country,

and seriously ponders said scheme

to exit (stage door left) living social

within these United States,

when four score

plus days and seven minutes

from today November 19, 2024...

signals implementation of Project 2025:

Anyway said fantastical idea

to escape a worse fate

than the wrath of Kong

and dismemberment of vital

social security disability services I receive,

Medicare, and electronic benefit transfer

videlicet an electronic system

that allows state welfare departments

to issue benefits

via a magnetically encoded payment card

used in the United States.

No matter above iterated illusory pipe dream

essentially offers absolute zero probability

absent slim or fat chance

would find yours truly to plotz

if whimsical far fetched notion

constituting the stuff whet dreams are made -

namely how to expedite

spontaneous modus operandi to emigrate,

which initially materialized

(1003 days, 9 hours, and

32 minutes before 2024 election),

many months actually

more than a couple years before Trump

in league with Elon Musk took victory lap,

especially days before 2024 presidential election

swindled electorate by hook or crook,

one severely anxious American senior citizen,

now steels, girds, braces... himself,

while streaming media services

bridging, fording, navigating...

potential violent political malevolent maelstrom

in the offing since... Revolutionary War

finds nonestablishmentarian comfortably numb

currently sequestered within apartment unit b44.

Maybe good samaritan

would sponsor me

(affable wordsmith afflicted with anxiety)

and the loving wife,

I can imagine emigrating to the

second largest country in the world

on par with dying and being reborn

into idyllic and Edenic afterlife.

Lifelong Pennsylvania opportunistic resident

desirous to move away from capitalistic bust

mein kampf, a miserable existence

peppered, pockmarked, punctuated...

with adversity - subtracting instances

being exponentially nonplussed,

(which lifelong mental health

analogous to psychological rust)

leaves mine lovely bones

in (melancholy) dog I trust

eventually repurposed into ash

(since I will choose cremation)

an increasing eco-friendly choice,

cuz burial with casket and tombstone clash

with holistic humble paradigm,

but before transitioning into lifeless body,

an impetuous notion arises, a flash

in the pan far fetched whim

to craft reasonable rhyme

communicating intent to live abroad

amidst one of ten provinces

and three territories

constituting Canadian federation,

which genuine motive not emblematic

of huckster nor fraud,

nevertheless one run of the mill

garden variety Homo sapien flawed

yet he aims to dwell with citizens who applaud

voluntary simplicity likened and linkedin

belonging and hallmark characteristics

kickstarted intentional community,

where self sufficiency touted,

and physical labor de rigueur,

which lifestyle change

would rank as welcome adjustment

versus housed within Highland Manor

a quite reasonable single bedroom facility

yet devoid of stimulation

enervating body, mind spirit triage

of one ordinary human

who finds himself a mystery

within terrestrial firmament

and frequently feels in a feverish pitch

as tempus fugit whips

him around the sun

at a furious dizzying speed,

while he tenuously grips

with blistered hands

gripping sharp outcropping,

meanwhile his spindle shank legs splayed

and sprawled haphazardly across

the bombed out war zone.

Rather than get further

bogged down with inane zeal

I best steer clear

of further poetic poppycock

courtesy imaginary wheel,

thus the following pablum I unveil

nsync with titled malady all to real,

which plight involves hyperhidrosis

quite a debilitating ordeal,

especially when thinking

to pursue gainful employment

emphatically steadfast

and honest think (me,

a foo fighting beastie boy) leal

course this humble poetic communiqué

communicates (hyperbolically) embodiment ideal

if seeking to gain insight how I feel

about myself, a tense body

inept to perform handspring or cartwheel.

I bought from Staples earlier today

November 18th, 2024

cuz the the older one malfunctioned.

Said older generation mouse sported

a rather extensive "mouse cable,"

one end of which ended

in a standard connector

namely a USB (Universal Serial Bus),

which plugged into the Macbook Pro computer.

Though the aforenamed laptop

equipped with a small square panel

containing different touch-sensitive areas

linkedin with cursor movement.

I much prefer to manipulate

that amazing hand-held device

detecting two-dimensional motion,

and translates "planar motion"

into cursor movement,

and yours truly (me) particularly elated

after quickly jimmying electronic

palm size pièce de résistance

to function without a hitch.

As part of an ARPA-funded experiment

to find better ways for computer users

to interact with computers,

Douglas Engelbart of SRI—

who would later work

on the DARPA-sponsored

ARPANET project,

the Internet's precursor—

invented the computer mouse.

Perhaps growing up

and attending public school

within Lower Providence, Pennsylvania

where quaint accoutrements

like blackboard and chalk

(and a daily volunteer -

ofttimes a teacher's pet - NOT ME

(hashtagged as a pestilence)

satisfactorily wiped the slate clean

for another day).

Matter of fact, I barely completed

twelve years of education,

where cribbed writing of mine

wrote illegible scratch marks

(mostly drawing blanks),

when examinations got handed out.

In retrospect, the much younger me,

(whether as a little boy, prepubescent,

older teen, and even as an emerging adult)

lived a quite sheltered life totally oblivious

to any danger field), and allowed, enabled

and provided himself to be mollycoddled

much against the objection

of a father and mother, and even myself,

whose pledge of allegiance

to passive aggressive behavior

wore patience thin

toward their singular male offspring,

whose unnatural control

of his (mine) spontaneity

in tandem with suppressed healthy predilections

essentially stunted emotional, mental

and physical growth and maturation.

Ofttimes, especially when trying to coax

extemporaneous good humor

constituting mine introspective mien

synonymous with mean during little boy

(think quintessential generative

artificial intelligence realm

where chatbot accidentally waxes philosophical

randomly and unthinkingly

displaying creative binary agility )

surfaces to level of consciousness

a mindset awakens

(particularly when attempting to evince

a playfulness crafting literary endeavors)

analogous to the impetuousness of a child,

whose innovative spirited "joie de vivre."

Impossible mission to concoct sense and sensibility after awaking from torturous feverish dream, hence please pardon errant discombobulation as a courtesy to comprehend mishmash of words that attempt feeble (minded) effort to coax some tattered understanding countless precious moments after shaking loose from agonizing cerebral experience,which initial piecemeal account jotted down years ago and upon refreshing faint images, I sought at best to construct resurrection of pounding migraine, thus the resultant analogous abstract jumble .

Ostracized boy with big longing Ostrich eyes never seen again after he experienced the augmented reality illusion more despicable and horrible then boring his head down into the sand as a nitty gritty default coping mechanism freaking him out while in somnambulant state thinking 'e got gypped while himself coursing adrift down banks of the Nile. No book learning known while this lil scribe longing for Fay M. Lee. She iz hot! The only pseudo education I acquired (about female anatomy and physiology...?) flowed naturally being schooled analogous by a fishy merman whileyours truly buoyed and bobbed along courtesy longest river in the world. Earliest recollections before awaking found yours truly comfortably nestled within artfully made arc cake looking craft, i.e. balled rocky bulrush – off sturdy limb wicker basket meandering entire length of the Nile River. Fingers slipped and slid thru her fluid gender. Answers to obvious questions pertaining to her specific berth? Ah know nuttin 'bout no me ah shaw mint: A hunch I meant the word measurement after re-reading this journal many years after initial entry got made. Lemme reply with circumlocution before describing circumnavigating by water fertile crescent before aye 'aft tug go down into me fo'c'sle talking to the Cap'n (essentially my alter ego doppelganger) giving him piece of my mind convincing, detailing, and explaining how I salvaged surviving stranded at sea at best providing the following ambiguous reply never task questions a boat formative years, which hapt tubby fey re: sketchy. This atypical re:meme burr rinse of something odd, which occurred to me while in deep sleep, nevertheless stuck tight within noggin. Thee following singular resultant iota comes to mind, which paltry happenstance indelibly etched within gray matter. When repeatedly jogged time and again the only vague recollection invariably constitutes garden variety, generic kid emerging from egg shell. Earliest memories yield this full size, healthy, and average developed boy currently jotting down ample words to qualify for Reedsy writing contest and meet Fame Milly alias Fay M. Lee. The closest approximation belonging to pedigree? Hmm... methinks maybe possibly a remote hunch Smokey and the bandit culpable stealing “FAKE” dinosaur egg housing me before I hatched. Anyway, no intent to cut abrupt inquiries..., but nary handy dandy blues clues, who and/or what processes wrought mine existence on par with metaphorical tabula rasa. Nonetheless, natural prowess with bolstered aptitude found me a rapt (rapid shooting) student under excellent private education and auspices Mother Earth i.e. Gaia, who begat terrestrial family. Linkedin with world wide web, I rarely brood being castaway. Every now and again thoughts will race thru my mind, albeit concerning kindred folks, but pleasantly distracted by daily nontraditional lessons courtesy renown teacher. She taught this avid learner many fascinating characteristics about said majestic waterway. Case in point. An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain. Dem indigo girlz get really impressed with esoteric tidbits. This spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built. Significance towards maintaining flourishing hot pockets (somewhat cheesy) of innovative peoples made possible by a grant from Fay M. Lee to aid construction of complex edifices, and additional endowment courtesy Rockefeller foundation. These elaborate geometrically pluperfect structures entombed, guaranteed, harvested... necessary dry ingredients to buzzfeed burgeoning population adorning arid topography and irrigated by riparian modus operandi. Aforementioned expansive delta invaluable as facsimile thereof (alphabet lettered) to soup up life source to sustain body electric preindustrial society intrinsically, analogous to Aorta pumping blood at the nape of neck. Such profuse natural irrigation allowed, enabled, and provided laborers (most likely pressed into bondage since birth until nasty, short and brutish death) colossal engendered engineering feats. Artisans, craftsmen, early geographers can still be seen illustrated in frieze (freezing cold as individual popsicles) and drapery. Frozen timeless statuary exhibits recounting phenomenal abilities to the hilt all this without computer aided drafting. Offshoot tributaries linkedin and associated from mainspring within fertile crescent guaranteed fruitful harvests swollen like overripe plump grapes. Aforementioned longest river often overflowed banks whereby coveted materiel got spilt (and split) feeding the Rift Valley. Rich sedimentation availed grateful dead cultured clubs to dominate. Elaborate complex edifices flooded the history of mankind with accomplishments that visitors, (and occasional wandering outlier from alien nation) marvel even today. General (milling) examples epitomized by innovations include alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc livelihoods created. Twenty first century historians still baffled how each mortise and tenon snug as a bug in a rug affixed similar to block and tackle, hand fits glove, lock and key... Awesome construed monuments persons did intricately lay perfect with near geometric exactitude, which behemoths of stone still rank as wonders of webbed wide world. Absent human cost regarding sweat equity, yet storied blood, sweat and tears probably drenched each humongous block. If one peered closely enough faint traced hints of desperate scrabbling (involving daily trials and tribulations) perceptible. Less prominent, but equally outstanding relics harkening back indicate how once bustling metropolis throve. Here recorded for posterity preserved in clay can be seen tell tale artifacts of beastie boy cultured foo fighters. Herewith case in point. Shards of broken pottery pieces, knitted, (thermally) coupled... together reveal mosaic plate which functional artifacts provided dietary staples blessed courtesy deities, whom populace did pray. I too often times clasp hands tight, especially when keenly espying throngs of happy go lucky, fancy free and footloose young persons from afar. Acute vision (in tandem with 20/20 hindsight), when scanning the horizon spurs recurring wistful fantasies. Quasi sentimental thoughts effectually, momentarily, and temporarily sideline ordinary calm composure. No matter by Captain hook or head crook, I steered free and clear of madding crowds. Suspicion bred since birth prowled within mine proud animal spirit highly attuned to danger. Much as hungry longing prevailed (then and now) to invite camaraderie, never did I venture onland daring to brave strangers slowly approaching (unseen by this invisible kid rock) from distant horizon. Thus, I only ideally imagined (dragons) puffed (daddy's) with pilgrim's/puritan's pride heartily welcoming return of this native son, particularly among every now and again caravanserai heading, lumbering, plodding... toward the Levant. Such beguiling, entrancing, hypnotizing teased out far fetched notions spurred what brought boat my magical mystery tour. Thus joust arose yours truly tricked out as a swashbuckling fee fie foe fuehrer 'pon discerning Homo sapiens friends, whereby a quaking uptick arose. Henceforth speculation ran wild akin to quiet riot regarding my family of origin and birth. Nary an iota existed, not even my name, what series of unfortunate events brought me to current circumstances. An overactive imagination conjured a tsunami. Gigantic tidal wave catapulted cruising skiff purportedly (predicated on rickety premise) housing kith and barbed ken. Incoherent words (perhaps prematurely) ejaculated, punctuated thus disseminated thru the air or took place within this talking head of mine. Broken phrases got bruited. Something involving banded "brothers." Alone in the wilderness of watery expanse condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination hurled at cosmic creator thwarted doomed seafarers intercession. Skyward craft foisted until landing with quiet thud amidst crashing waves. Nary a trace of survivors (save badly bruised feeble narrator) seen across undulating infinite granular amber waves. No doubt raw elements of style (strunk and white) nature wrought worse fate than death among cabin "mates." Immediate family members vanished without a trace lost among expanse of mottled, rattled, and whittled quartz colored sea. Absolute zero chance prevailed being reunited with former motley crue after sturdy, Troy built solid state vessel dashed upon jagged rocks and splintered into bajillion indistinguishable mineral size fragments. Despite such gloomy tricked out nightmarish scenario optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen pell mell smoking gun destruction, asper intangible unreal violent video game simulation test for dummies got played out within rocky horror picture show dreamscape. After many hours elapsed, unbridled faith no more foundered as undertow nearly swept yours truly out to sea fostering diminishing recovery, and eventually extinguishing hope altogether. Thus initial faith for onboard survivors (minus me) quickly ebbed nsync with retreating tidal wave. Pessimism awoke another disparate dreamt fantastical holograms farther from beached berth immediately transformed thru prestidigitation dissolving optical illusion into quicksand. Wait...! Off in the distance a glimmering chimera, (the first of many) appeared amidst the formerly mentioned desert sands. One mirage after another falsely lifted than broke uber promise, whereby buoyed salvation drained. Within this surreal hallucinogenic blend of pinpoint size nomadic wayfarers mixed within "FAKE" daydream, I observed helter skelter blurred activity. All of a sudden quick decisions decreed. Each man, woman and child left to fight for him/herself. Marauders sprung out of nowhere felled the doomed dromedaries, plus various and sundry drivers. Raw elements besieged wandering sojourners, no matter thee (all man) beastie boys (men in dark hooded cloaks and each wielding a scythe). Dehydration, exhaustion, frustration... foretold merciless portentous demise, whereby withering desiccation bleached lovely bones of future martyrs. One measly mortal i.e. me witnessed (or conjured out of thin air) cruelly unforgiving, unrelenting, unwelcoming pelting (so petty) heartbreak. Coat of arms flew ferociously fisted cuffs confirming brouhaha as signature family brawl despite trumpeting injunction to cease. Mine ordinarily pastoral life indiscriminately marred by ill fated clamped, harried styled swiftly tailored rogues gallery sporting NON-GMO, USDA required dosage of devilishness evaporated in thin gentle airstream upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes where horror beheld formerly (namely when in utero) merrily life twas boot a dream. Ova sudden itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini clad gal appeared to grant me three wishes. “Please take me” this lad (in) denial, wonders as far out speculation, that he harkens from extra terrestrial family species back to outer limits of twilight zone. Yes those accursed androids who dream of electric sheep! They drone on with saucer shaped eyes galvanized, hoovered, and identified flying object at long last came to take me home Alabama.

Whenever this birdman alone with his thoughts (as they metaphorically worm their way thy nest of quintessentially straggly, and unwashed hair) i doth twitter tomb eye self unbeknownst that a flock of seagulls fly like an eagle twittering morning mister magpie while dipping and diving on peregrine wings fluttering at the speed of sound owls watching without giving hoot unless aware someone maliciously poisoning pigeons in the park, perhaps a lunatic ranting and raven whooping crane like, whooshing to rise like a Phoenix, yet grudgingly accepting fate as a stool pigeon, even settling with destiny as the cutty wren, a lark ascending, pontification asper observations of a crow keeping beak clamped shut surreptitiously scrutinizing the ostrich (with her/ his head buried in the sand), or noticing how the sparrow looks up at the machine, which appears to by an audio device issuing the thieving magpie overture alight with such braggadocio and effecting a birds eye view of determining contrasted with the ugly duckling left friendless and instantly bringing to mind that somber tune when doves cry setting the impossible to shake off feeling emotionally caged, though with utmost exertion muster humming when the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin along eager to join a whir thee claws such as when the swallows come back from Capistrano (with an unbreakable aromatic deliciously decadent Reuben manwich – an American hot sandwich composed of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and Russian dressing, grilled between slices of rye bread) interestingly enough the vicinity wheresoever eagles gather all the while wondering if woody woodpecker, now a free bird (after aphid david imbroglio – an accusation where plaintiff accused of feathering the nest - did tern out favorable, or whether the field aphid dove hid – juiced when the believed by this American avocet and done, an unexpected eggs add jure rated claim fed the media, and seedy shenanigans Toucan entire troops of Archaeopteryx to placate all parties concern, That muff er end finally delivered peace plover.

where sorely needed precipitation

necessitates affected population

to perform a collective rain dance

(decked out in electronically smart frippery)

24/7 and 7/52 weeks a year

defies even the most adept meteorologists

(equipped with special magical powers)

to deliver nothing short of a biblical deluge

makes them (the weather forecasters)

appear as motley fools,

when mother nature

presents herself insync

(and well deserved

to be crookedly pilloried)

with handy dandy

blue skies as an affront

even garnering wrath

of Kong and sons of Kanute,

but more horrifically

evincing absolute zero happenstance

to release bucketfuls

of sought after requisite

moisture from the sheltering sky

prodding conspiracists

to put earth in the balance

with the uncomfortable truth

to beg the military intelligence

to draft schematics

to erect at least one humongous lance

fired away with a half sashay

subsequently poking holes

in the cloudsource,

or as an extreme measure

firing nuclear missiles

high in the atmosphere perchance

hitting hard and knocking

sense and sensibility

in the mindscape of the gods

and goddesses of rain,

(needed to mill whole wheat flour,

raised in the rich bottomlands

of the Lake Wobegon river valley

by Norwegian bachelor farmers,

and are often described

being "pure, mostly"

and "good for you"

due to their whole wheat composition)

or more accurately affecting,

(albeit rendering, and delineating)

countless names representing

aforementioned invisible supernatural beings

(considered inviolable and sacred

and worthy of worship)

into dental sent trance.

In an effort to expound

upon intent to brainstorm

regarding an outrageous modus operandi

to quell the dearth for rain

or synonyms of said word

encompassing Earth, a planet third

nearest from the sun

I, a long in the tooth

and formerly indentured servant

also notate that

temperatures considerably warm

for November, October and September

rounding out two thousand and twenty four,

where climate change

(read warming) in full swing

(your partner round and round),

though mild temperatures

diminish heating expense,

(in conjunction with LIHEAP,

I qualify for PECO's CAP Rate program,

a discounted rate

for residential electric

and gas customers with low incomes),

thus far HVAC unit never turned on

only the LASKO

portable tower heater model 5144

accessed to take out the chill

in our one bedroom apartment

here at Highland Manor.

when president elect Donald John Trump

sworn in vowing to accept the following pledge

"I do solemnly swear (or affirm)

that I will faithfully

execute the Office of President

of the United States,

and will to the best of my ability,

preserve, protect and defend

the Constitution of the United States,"

whose surprise come from behind

winning as commander in chief

ten days after Tuesday, November 5, 2024

doth stymie and stump

the writer of these words,

who would much prefer leader

of our free webbed wide world

a character like Forrest Gump.

I find myself dumbfounded

and not trying to be a smart ass

foo fighting generic humble

sitting on his rump,

nevertheless, I rather imagine

(fire breathing snapping) dragon,

whose known fearsomeness clearly recognized

versus accompanying, (albeit riding shotgun)

in his swiftly tailored

harried stylied customized reo speedwagon

freshly minted forty seventh president

as he cozies up

with top three notch totalitarian rulers

of the webbed wide world

such as Ali Hosseini Khamenei,

Vladimir Putin, and

Kim Jong Un for starters.

Soon - once dominion wrought

upon peoples of these United States

freedom of life, liberty

and the pursuit of happiness

will find inalienable rights

enshrining Declaration of Independence

and Constitution well taut

flag rent internecine conflict

pitting free soilers against slave owners

and rendered all for nought

countless young lives sacrificed

upon hallowed ground,

where vicious battles fought,

and feverishly achieved

courtesy unimagined beastie boys

nsync with cutting crew

witnessed progressive solutions

with grievous social issues,

but now that big bad Don

secured a majority

of 270 electoral votes

required to elect as POTUS,

(and did you notice absent

accusation of rigged elections?),

where gubernatorial celebrants

swigged one after another draught

of legitimacy to lampoon

anybody and everybody at will

invariably kindle sophisticated wordsmiths,

who possess an incisive wit and wisdom

would showcase their adroit skill

in their zeal to fulminate

against self appointed

dictatorial henchmen as bitter pill

wickedly spewing phlegm out nostril

demanding theatrical performances

attendance required or else

lest one get hashtagged as linkedin

with subversive nasty happy horsesh*t

as stipulated in their handbill

addressed to each person

electronically and courtesy hard copy

individually courtesy autofill

utilizing a generic template

to pronounce all future edicts.

Away thinly veiled threats

to wreak havoc

and foment spoiled Christmas

for the next four years,

whereby maybe Santa

in league with reindeer and elves

can arrange for Cruella

to feign being his long lost sis

before he gets his bear size paws

on documents painstakingly drafted

against British sovereignty

over fate of thirteen colonies

to relish contra dancing

at all hours of the day and night

(watch for ContraCopia

Saturday, November 30, 2024 -

2:00 pm until 11:00 pm)

where all proceeds go

to raise fiddler on the roof

atop complex edifice,

where wild asparagus throve,

and swallowtail butterflies

flitted to and fro, hither and yon

totally oblivious, judicious,

fractious, capricious, and adventitious

dramatic changing of the guard

upholding fledgling recipe for

Norwegian bachelor farmers

forefathers/mothers to jump/

kick started democracy.

to become affianced to the grim reaper,

who never promised me a rose garden

nor crystal clear pool of fragrant delight

to accompany last living breath

before succumbing into the Soundgarden

of a black hole sun

re: the void of nothingness

with absolute zero remembrance of things past.

Suicidal ideation in tandem

with purposelessness

(nihilistic existentialism exponentially

increasing since my halflife ago),

and most importantly

cursed with flat limp hair,

which serious crisis undermines reason

to write reasonable poetic expression

spurs the notion to traverse consciousness,

and painlessly segway

into the hereafter

(and maybe reincarnated into a heifer)

on a broken wing and a prayer.

No glorious notion of heaven

(nor belief in some omnipotent supreme creator,

who will be instrumental

uniting those meeting their demise)

with dead souls doth explain

zealousness toward what happens to human body

very soon after they – give up the ghost

(second person singular) and die,

yet intimation fostered

linkedin to dulling senses of mine,

that allow, enable,

and provide means to see or hear,

cuz already at threescore and five

revolutions clocked around the sun

post January thirteenth

two thousand and twenty four

increased insightfulness brings to mind,

a quickening uptick courtesy senescence

whereby aural and visual deterioration occur

at what appear faster clip

than when I happened to be younger

within the lovely bones of this sensate being,

who finds himself sensitive to loud sounds

discovered audiological test administered

hearing loss at extreme high and low ranges

similarly recognizing even the largest sized letters

on the Snellen eye chart

fraught with greater difficulty

particularly without wearing corrective eyewear.

After querying Google concerning a medical term for hearing loss of high and low frequencies, the closest response came back as follows.

While there isn't a single, universally accepted term for hearing loss affecting both high and low frequencies, it would typically be described as a "mixed frequency hearing loss" or "broadband hearing loss" on an audiogram, indicating significant hearing loss across a wide range of frequencies, including both high and low tones.

Before acquiescing to the afterlife,

I bolster maximum body, mind and spirit triage

aware declining senescence

affects physical, mental and spiritual well being

what fluke roll of the genetic dice throw

wrought yours truly (me),

whose latent potential

hijacked (to Cuba) thyself,

an anomaly sexagenarian

forever stunted socially courtesy

courting The Pale Horseman

when just a lad

of approximately a dozen years

of longevity since being born

thirteen days into

the first month of nineteen fifty nine,

when according

to most Western cultural interpretations,

being born on January 13, 1959,

would not be considered

particularly auspicious or unlucky;

it's simply a regular birthdate

with no inherent positive

or negative connotations

associated with it in mainstream beliefs.

Perhaps, cuz I (the male offspring

from both deceased parents,

especially my father –

the renown Chemist B.B. Harris,

and to a slightly lesser extent

the late culinary cuisine queen

Harmit Harms Kuritsky -

the gal whose troth he pledged

while holding some

bubbling sinister looking flask in hand

on their first guinea pig type date

encouraged incurred genetic yen

that burned from without the buns of this son)

possesses a pyromaniacal streak,

no surprise cremation would be my choice

of post life treatment videlicet

mine grateful dead as a doornail

cadaver formerly yours truly.

Believe it or not, a dead doornail is actually a thing. It's a medieval carpentry term for a nail that's been “clinched” — hammered into a door with any protruding part hammered flat. It wasn't going anywhere, making the doornail “dead” and unfit for future use.

though he played only a cameo role

helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport

mucho gratitude to all parties involved

including the missus,

cuz she needed to shuttle me

to and from hither and yon,

wherever I needed to go,

cuz entire bill paid

(including thorough examinations and lenses -

the frames repurposed

from one used many moons ago)

courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra

in tandem with superb

ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,

that would be an unpaid for plug

touting outstanding kickass knowhow

insync with his offbeat good humor

without making a spectacle of himself.

Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs

linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,

whose exhaustive mental,

physical and spiritual efforts

witnessed visually impaired

(shortsightedness affected wordsmith

since he entered second grade

at Eagleville Elementary School

circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)

and anticipated him being called

mildly derogatory name four eyes,

thus withheld donning glasses

at the expense of lackluster marks

for that half year, cuz parents moved

to 324 Level Road

initially R(oute) D(elivery)

until Donald Neilson

(if memory serves me

more correctly than spelling

of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel

Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw

and Whipping Cords Will Serve You

More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),

and yesterday November 12th, 2024

happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses

to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.

Post cataract surgery,

about couple months

after consultation at Kremer Eye Center

and finally came to figurative juncture

whereat (drum roll please...)

prescription adjusted eyeglasses

now sit squarely on my button nose -

as long as I hold them there with a finger

until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump

on the bridge of said nose

analogous to the song titled

I can see clearly now the rain is gone

I can see all obstacles in my way

(courtesy Johnny Nash,

who raked in quite a bit of cash)

to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra

after dark shadows slink and slither

along the edge of night

encompassing an ever widening berth,

where the outer limits

meld with swathes of the twilight zone.

Despite being a nineteen year old bride

she wed Boyce Brandon Harris

half a decade her senior,

(where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes)

during the month of June 1955,

not quite half a century later ~ May 4th, 2005

death severed the pledge she did troth

linkedin wifely role,

cuz against her will she died

at most four weeks to be more exact

golden wedding anniversary never witnessed

raging against accursed grim reaper

countenance succumbed into collective sorrow

life force forever absent snatched away,

yet magically transformed

into the breathing edenic idyll

courtesy green thumb of eldest sister of mine

once livingsocial mother of ours

invoking trademark contagious l'chaim

flickering aura, charisma, instant karma

persona could not hide mommy dearest

physically eclipsed after

rigor mortis displayed deathly pallor

bonafide grateful dead

signed, sealed and delivered

human cargo into crematorium.

Born November 13th,1935,

the presence of long since deceased mother

her absence acutely recounted on said date,

no matter familial relationship between us,

who begat yours truly (me)

fraught with antipathy,

especially when writer of these words

felt he long overstayed his welcome

as I racked up living with parents

while being a long haired

pencil neck baby boomer geek

experiencing dating women for the first time

courtesy thursday night contra dance.

Books ravenously digested

and female protagonists he brood

as an illusory substitute for this dude

whose retreat into his bedroom

kindled like tinder unidirectional family feud

and donned Samson guise as a protective hood,

whereby Beatle browed,

foo fighting literate philosophical thinker

envied groovy hippies of the late nineteen sixties

riffing lyrics of fab four

fabled melody of Hey Jude,

where testosterone laden fantasies

triggered whet dreams housed lewd

seminal urges pestering spouse,

who offtimes rarely in the mood

for a quickie with the dickie.

Mein kampf as a thirty plus year old groom

test teasing prophylactics embarrassing

purchase never made at local drugstore

unsurprisingly, obviously, invariably...

birth control taboo subject, best to ignore

subsequently intercourse awkwardly coordinated,

consummated, completed extempore

synonymous with phallic fulfillment

gonadal hormonal secretion

on par with the mythic sheet with a hole

through which prude and archaic

as modus operandi methodology

maternal grandparents supposedly copulated,

hence bun in the oven between self

and future missus Matthew Harris

wrought premarital sex bon jure.

I trot out essential tidbits of poem

acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom,

who succumbed to deadly terminal illness,

she lost lease on life, and met her demise

sooner than indomitable will clamored to live

approximately nineteen and a half years ago

from May 2024, who frequently asked me,

but never received acknowledgement

during her livingsocial years did abjure

(as the sole son)

communicating HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Impossible aery mission

to pinpoint when advent of zygote

triggering miraculous bitta bing bitta bang,

whence deoxyribonucleic acid wrote

legacy of mortal maternal demise

only a hunch backed up

that mystery to unleash

feral fiendish fornication once smote

yielded unicellular spore

while in utero ~ early/mid

February I ain't exactly sure

nineteen hundred thirty five - dirt poor

Harriet Harris, fourth, last born

(interesting enough shared same birthdate

with eldest sister twelve years her senior)

fetched vicinity Coney Island offshore

by stork, became favorite progeny begat

courtesy Morris, and then swore

celibacy forever more

Rebeckah Kuritsky heretofore

harbored inchoate genetic fore

boded, encoded, inscribed

deadly mutations housed,

fetched, dispatched and bore

flawed BRCA1 and BRCA2 genes sketched

affecting circumscribing her allotted mortality

orbitz equaling about six months shy

of three and a half score

unknowingly, unsuspectingly, unwittingly,

her biologic fatal demise indelibly etched.

Breast cancer first brush

sounded death knell

Harriet clocked approximately

six months shy of being a septuagenarian

orbitz around the sun,

she underwent grueling radiation

plus chemotherapy

carcinoma eradicated allowed,

enabled, provided breathing spell

reprieve accentuated, galvanized, punctuated...

newfound zealous zest almost

nothing could quell

significance pray tell

new lease on life to sell

lib berate cherish, relish, whish

each precious moment

thwarting pell mell

adversity with bon vivant elan

and gusto to issue rebel yell

kickstarting, making breast

livingsocial aye bell,

especially after despite... er... well

her double mastectomy,

she looked fabulously swell

courtesy silicon implants

slight downside reconstituted

racked busty bosom

susceptible to ooze gel.

Many years post remission telltale

diagnosis, viz ovarian,

despite requisite hysterectomy

emotionally did impale,

she instinctually, intuitively,

invariably, yet quiver and quail

against impending demise 24/7 did assail

guardian angel(s) of no avail,

nor did yours truly proffer nurturance

resentment smoldering within this male

red hot poker anger lambasting me

peppered with ultimatums to vamoose,

never got resolved ensuing estrangement

deterred reaching out to embrace,

hearing raspy fading breaths exhale,

miserably tethered with tubes

when she did severely pine ail

and grievously bewail

corporeal essence ashen pale

awkwardly, helplessly, stupidly... I stood

formidable grim reaper foe whisked mother

to Elysian fielded dale.