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Fierce Fictional Fraternal Fallout

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That dormant feeling

of insecurity arose,

when travel journal

got thrust adjacent

to my tattered

(holey tattooed) clothes

while I knew with

crossed eyes
 

aroused anger

from peaceful doze

my younger sister

felt about her

globe trotting

exploits, an over expose

jour ever since

voyaging out on her own
 

after graduating

top of her class

where mine

hatred glows

indirectly snidely sneering

at ma dough less

brother hoboes

(a 1979 Methacton

High School alumni),

unanimously

chosen valedictorian

dressed in

Calvin Klein

Harris tweed, couture

and silk

panty hose

like me prolonging,

promoting

on par with quasi

staff sergeant,

who knows

artful disciplinarian

gingerly launching rules,

asper formerly

commanding

G.I. Joes

and pronouncing, predilection

exhaling natural

highs no lows

traveling solo,

with surviving Wilburys,

or just mows

zing nonchalantly

(though a foreigner)

with swarthy

skin color

easily camouflaging

as civilian

all points

on the compass,

where minute

needle doth nose

upon returning home

(being honorably feted

at once glorious

estate of Glen Elm,

where she

did propose

to the Lord Taylor

(swiftly), which location

situated at 324

Level Road, Collegeville,

Pennsylvania 19426),

thence a great

huzzah a rose

an immediate

nauseousness welled

within from me head

tummy smelly toes

I did not want

to here, or see

any details,

which would

accentuate personal woes

popping, snapping,

and smarting,

and slapping

skin raw tib bits,

ache'n to

yanked strings

of mama's

heirloom yo-yos!

 

Poet Script:


trials

and tribulations,

visited upon

head of young

concocted

("FAKE")

gusty and gutsy

kid sister

enterprising ingenue,

christened easy

on the tongue

Sharodd

(not her real name),

to top off

talents sung

like a professional

opera singer,

which rung

a shiver along

small hairs

of spine did tingle

heard all the way

to Lake Woebegone

where bachelor

farmers did mingle

every Christmas,

a decreasing

number donned

Kris Kringle

hit with blitzkrieg

of yawping brats

hoof pranced

to bell weather jingle!


 

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