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Vagaries Of An Unknown Methacton High School...

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Nineteen Seventy-
Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial
and malevolent force
must be fast at work

cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

donning, housing, loosing,
plying, and
trumpeting greater guile
then this
schmartthreadbare

stock king chap
named Lisle.
Damn frightful
how years

pinwheel
into decades
I hate
to accept reality

a half century
plus ix orbitz
leaving waked
webbing stirring frayed
marked age
of mortal

named Matthew
Scott Harris jade
did, and
upon feasting

on burnt offerings
in full laid
abdominal bloating,
engorging, and
overly ingesting
hemlock poison
eternal peace paid.

“Where fore art those
innocent and precious
days of youth”?

That rhetorical question
continues
to resonate
and reverberate
within (cobweb filled)
catacombs of my mind

with increasing
frequency thin
lee veiled as
ear a coy, I feel aghast
how great intervals

where in tarred
'n feathered nation
(feel free and
welcome
to standing ovation -
insert and substitute

favorite expletive
f**king station
without concern
to conserve nor ration)
how those carefree,
lackadaisical,

and leisurely days of youth
disappear in
permanent killer vacation.
I daresay
any satisfactory answer

can be offered
dazed ape
disbelieving
n'er six times decade
dirty deeds donned
with cheap crape

adorning dis dude
might, akin to someone
becoming inebriated
as modus operandi
to escape
within darkened deathly

divine noose,
hence hung
around naked
necked nape.

Upon exiting
broad daylight,
lifelessness
ceased brown
blinking dulled
glassy eyed,

relingishing valiantly
fight (yet futilely)
against sobriety
nothingness lied
as limp lifeless
body dangled
thieving pickpockets plied

deceased individual
willingly relented sighed
no more
joyfully accepted,
comforted,

and emancipated
at last freedom
out tortured existence
bleak house
back door all wised.

No great expectations
(chucked by ens),
but self
ambivalence yawned
part and parcel
formerly reticent
and withdrawn

mere wisp
and writer of words,
he did seem
once a pawn
to excel in various
sundry obsessive lawn

during compulsive behaviors,
which most
serious drawn
caper cut
upon prepubescent,

his body deadly romance
with Anorexia Nervosa
almost succeeded
at suicide
with bravado and brawn.

 

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