7200
(lesson taught
during the
foggy night
of December
28th, 2018)
Right there
on the
driver side
front seat
of locked car
(2009
Hyundai
Sonata
if that
adds mar
soup pea
el uber lyft, heft,
distraction,
et cetera),
but may
as well
bajillion
miles afar
happened
to mock me
braking
means to
mosey
along tar
(albeit via
four wheels),
plus access
to apartment
impeded,
yes which
plight found
yours truly ajar
to concern
lest a kick
starter prowler
burglar,
and ransack
theif maybe
even hotwire
sole mode
of locomotion
lowering bar
on being
a lunkhead,
dunderhead,
bonehead,
et cetera,
where mind
went AWOL
earning par
tickle yule
early cat
us strophic
topic for poem -
ah betcha yar
laughing
(similar to
the missus)
at my expense,
asper war
re: ring how
to resolve
dilemma
as if a mouse
caught by Gar
field with
mere seconds
to spar
(okay a
bit of
exaggeration),
but then Char
Lee
horse made
an unexpected
appearance,
thus
incommodious,
I hobbled
slow as
a caterpillar
part way
in the dark
til finally
reaching familiar
windows
of unit b44
thankfully
unlocked,
thus plucked
courage, and
grabbed reachable
bedpost insofar
as to
hoist my
(nada so
lightweight
former
youthful body),
where every
intercellular
muscle creaked,
groaned,
and protested
forced to
stretch
to unfamiliar
height, length,
width, et cetera
nonetheless,
the porpoise
accomplished,
matter
I felt like
a dolphin
with missing flipper,
though once
dramatic
egress complete,
an influx of radar
love
bombarded
this cerebral
noggin, sans
global
surveillance drone
broadcast
akin to shofar,
whereat this
mild
mannered man
suddenly found
himself
semi popular.
