Long In The Tooth Skeptic,...

Baneful Brickbats Begat Grievous Barrier

Traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall

still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
permanently leaving me unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to spill soil upon my
then emaciated stick figure overall,
 

an unlovely bag of bones
stripped of flesh,
sans unseen deadly parasites,
who valiantly tried to mothball,
and nearly succeeded, kneaded,
and deeded landfall,

when aghast parents
at wits end betiding,

halting, and ramming ace kickball

player with serious
game of life and death,
the latter cleated toehold
unanimous decision to install

topnotch scorer anticipating
seeing his name plaque mounted
within glass encasement within guildhall,

faintly hearing inaudible teammates

praised showered, visited

I got arrested!... further developments await...

By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,

hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter

regarding nearly lifeless entity

concerning how aye barely breathe

heavily weighed down

with lugubriousness easily crushing

this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...

complex corporeal edifice,

thus resigning myself

watching flight of bumblebee

hopscotching from one
clover plant to another

wondrous winged warrior

unphased by human "rat race"

higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,

how grand living off the grid

venerating native flora and fauna

simply engrossed with daily tasks

Look no further than the nose on your face...

for Mutualism among Homo sapiens
long thought to be a pipe dream
case in point sited by a couple of recent
purportedly natural events possibly
exacerbated courtesy global warming
namely present conflagrations
include veritable towering inferno -
(sharing merest premise
with Hollywood film by the same name,
the highest-grossing
Classic 1970s disaster movie
about a fire that breaks out
in a state-of-the-art San Francisco
high-rise building
during the opening ceremony
attended by a host of A-list guests:
An overworked fire chief
(charging full force like Minnesota Vikings -
or feel free to substitute your own football team)
and the building's architect must cooperate
in the struggle to save lives and subdue panic
while a corrupt, cost-cutting contractor
tries to evade responsibility for the disaster
helped establish the ...

I cannot single handedly – rightly so - manage...

primary idiopathic palmar/
palmoplantar hyperhidrosis
despite taking Glycopyrrolate
2 MG Tablet three times daily.

Aforementioned physiological malady
the bane worse than death
unwanted and unwonted figurative
(metaphorical) beast of burden
linkedin with matrix constituting mine
corporeal essence genetically
gifted to yours truly,
invariably, objectionably, and unquestionably
afflicts, impacts, and upsets
emotional (mental) health
diagnosed with schizoid personality disorder
and aggravated, jump/kickstarted, triggered...,

when body electric

of mine experiences duress.
 

Tis no fun unable
to join in any reindeer games
(actually quite aggravating)
to experience chronic instances,
whereby profuse sweat drips
(think rivaling Angel Falls),
the loftiest falls on land
induci...

Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry

Whether arsonist at fault
or confluence of ripe conditions
triggering perfect firestorm,
the titan of fire beside himself with misery,
though no fault of his own
the raging bullish conflagration
a taste of inescapable hell
synonymous with the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where mercurial Venusians
ply their devil may care attitude
with pitchforks stabbing the sheltering sky
mortifying for those residents
(even firm believers
in a loving divine presence),
especially those individuals
now living asocial in the ruins
amidst (in oh my gosh) once posh
Los Angeles neighborhoods!

Though a skeptic at heart,
I cannot help but wonder
“What Hath God Wrought
which text first, original phrase

that Samuel Morse typed

in his newly invented

single-wire telegraph in the 1930.

Faith ...

"Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze.

Please rescue us from this godforsaken place
veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress.

Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction
woke me from induced stupor linkedin to Los
Angeles fires jump/kick starting telepathic wife
high connection between yours truly husband
to a righteous leftist extraterrestrial establishing
an immediate cove Van Halen brotherly bond.

Here and now would be the time to exercise
opportunistic exchange of communication and
experience unconditional acceptance despite
spindleshanks, which might explain why I beak
came the laughing stock of unrelenting torment

when a student at the school of hard knocks for
knuckleheads, which barely found me earning

a diploma graduating with flying colors - black,
blue, and red, yet interestingly enough the hues

of the home planet where creatures whom yours

truly de...

After the doomsday clock struck midnight...

a blizzard of blinding demoniacal
highly radioactive fueled banshees

(analogous to a bajillion barenaked ladies
raging against the machine)
barreled across the brutalized landscape

affixing fiendish scorched earth signature

whereby survivors felt like foreigners,
or strangers in a strange dystopian land
as tempestuous thermonuclear generated
sinister mushroom clouds unleashed
courtesy abominable terrestrial beastie boys
foo fighting, nirvana frankly zapped
after purportedly brilliant, yet simple minds
ginned up ingenuity to smash the atom,
(a process called nuclear fission occurred,
where the nucleus split into smaller nuclei,
releasing a significant amount of energy
in the form of radiation and heat)

triggering one after another
monster mashing vortex
howling day and night

issuing ear splitting deafening wind

...

No Inflated Cheekiness For This Logophile

I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy

aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,

poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over

with faux snobbish suave re:

pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre

ning all the while chuckling to me

self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee

disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee

crying wading thru

quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee

might be more wise to turn energy

toward, how in man...

Oy vey iz mir, one day in the life of a common house broken schmeckle...,

who did pötschke
and squander many an opportunity
to become a mensch
instead he became persona non grata
condemned to a history of misery,
not unlike Doctor Hyde and Mister Jekyll,
where friends, Romans countrymen did heckle.

After all said and done,
I best have stayed
safe and sound in the womb,
or hopefully at the least honored after death
with a squadron of B-52s
flying overhead with vroom
while being enshrined in a tomb,
cuz the living years of yours truly (me),
one after another trial and tribulation did loom
which figurative weave
courtesy weft and warp wove gloom
ordained I experienced hell on earth,
thus an inescapable doom
left no option except to skadaddle
into the outer limits of the twilight zone
at the edge of night
courtesy magic broom.

Plenty of times,
I ate in a crowded h...

She loves me she loves me not...

Just my luck that when juiced a lad
din grammar school, aye own every
rhyme and reason tubby mad

every friggin time boyhood fingers

plucked petals off flowered daisy...
 

just as well, a relief and more than glad
tomb hiss out on doing the wild thang

and be'n totally tube yule lore lee baad
yea, how boring squirreled away
voraciously reading 'bout some cad
 

oh my dog...I too could write story

"FAKE" steamy extramarital liaison add

chocolate flavored Glynnis (Msgeegee),

whereby celibate chap goes stir crazy - egad

yours truly drives back to her pad
 

within sketchy part of West Philadelphia

starring as chief protagonist
none other then... yupper this dad

until caught with pants down (figuratively)

thine missus both angry at me and sad