7200
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain
scientist
called upon
but only Rudolf
the red nose
reindeer
solicited as
psychological
mentor
yes...
undoubtedly
countless
decades removed
since queer
(not very
gay at all!)
bodily changing
phenomena
from thine
angst riddled
biological
metamorphosis
allows me to peer
with greater
theft of mine
precious
youth stolen,
via piercing
overbear
ring mailer
daemons,
when mine
tender age
did near
cusp whence
onset of puberty
clapped
development
tight as if by
a doppelganger
mutineer
warp and
weft of mine
lifetime tapestry
mine acute
perception
doth lear
as threads
got
tightly woven
into mine
casual knitwear
though
pubescent phase
wrought with
oppressive foresight
interwoven
with jeer
ring bullying
hmm...maybe
thine ability
to distill self
actualization
extant a
mong interlinear
teenage
stage viewable
during my
youthful days,
but clouded
over asper
mine more
vivid per
spective here
from this
present moment
ha...amusing
insight from
present perch
devoid of
adolescent
glare
sire re:
brill grade
do lobes
gleam freer,
now with
insight aye ear
rate at
such pitch 'ere
perfect hind
sight
aye declare,
yet as a much
younger self
when I hapt
to be a boy,
acuity seemed
oblivious
to perceive
via sight
and sound
what social
cues visceral,
(visual,
and audiological)
seems
crystal clear
revisiting
non verbal
awkward teen
age mutant
ninja turtle
memories, that
now
deafeningly blare
at the threshold
of ear
splitting decibels,
how hard of
hearing human
(nada so) subtle
in retrospect,
I am aware
interpersonal
nuances clear
as the tune
Doris Day
Que será, será
did voice,
a catchy air.
