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dad’s infamous midnight lectures

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dad’s infamous midnight lectures, which I dreaded
like the plague or leprosy every malevolent utterance
when father requested he speak not some esoteric topic
dejure that brought a twinkle to my eye but that loath
somely, insidiously familiar monologue finding me
standing like another brick in the wallhearing, yet
tuning out via blank stare stance (an equally predictable
trademark) demurely expressing fawning meekness 
assuming zombie like pose (do to late hour and bodily
exhaustion)hands crossed against chest of thine easily
intimidated self  despite feeling effects of utter ennui
and fatigue attempted to stand tall against tsunami
verbal typhoon impossible to vitiate itching to drown
out horrible hymn gushing from battle creek when
asked capisce? comprende? farshtayst? I averted
scowling gaze and, looked intently at floor or ceiling –
studying the same fascinating blot pretended to stare
with extreme scrutiny - eyes transfixed on kitchen wall 
he may as well asked if i comprehended an unfamiliar
language such as Greek or getting successful results
yammering away at common house fly possibly
seething inside (equally infuriated to swat me upside
the head) both of us ready to lash out into a brawl 
physical altercation held in check by fear - Goliath
Boyce Brandon Harris– versus itty-bitty pipsqueak 
Matthew Scott Harris, who felt all atremble as adren
aline rushed throughout thy then puny being tee
tering on verge,and at tipping point to collapse and
crythe creaky battle him ova my rip pebble luck to
keep eyes shutting tight from his dissembling, the
misery (well nigh four after midnight) compounded
by urge to urinate and/or defecate from urethral call
dim wit somnambulant son spoke nada word. nor
gave hint of hearing offal blather that did reek like
decomposition of fetid dead being - illusory entity
began to putrefy poisoned mine ears, tugged sans
impetus to scurry and hide under warm blankets to
crawl spewing viz vile odious tyrannical waterspout
petered out when early light of dawn did peek finality
of peroration punctuated with ultimatum for me to
acquire employment (though impossible mission
fraught with severe anxiety/panic attacks) this youth
half-heartedly did try to ignore onset of emotional
squall evident in later years and not an indicative
sign to be weak an inherent biochemical/neurological
flaw impossible to pry loose from psychic moorings
prescriptions medications lessened affect analogous
at receiving end of vicious animal that did maul.

 

     

     

 

 

     

 

  

 

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