7500
(the idea cut
out for this jar
ring circum
stance occurred
quite some
years ago,
and tis eye
opening
applying
perspective
of today!)
Additional to
my ordinary
travails such
as near brink
of bankruptcy,
eviction from
glower emitting
landlady
per expiration
of lease (June
thirtieth two
thousand ‘lo
seventeen,
infestation of
roaches
(little ones
that look
kinda cute),
poe tent shul
hazards viz
malfunction
of electricity
outlets in this
kitchen slow
burn the psyche
of this bryn
mawr, penn
sylvania renting
all the while tip toe
ping thru the
tool hips toward
dropping into
abyss of poverty,
the latest woe
whip-sawing
mice elf and
the minnie
mouse…
cheeses
mother
***ing fate
constitutes
master set of
automobile keys
to drive our
2009 Hyundai
Sonata - went
missing of late
which unasked
for quandary
finds both thy
missus and
her mate
fraught with
increased angst
evidenced by
tension around
temple pate
which headaches
rare for me,
but genetics
blessed this
chap with
top rate
anxiety,
obsessive-
compulsive
disorder, panic
attacks…social
schizoid state
thus
complementing
my deprivation
from pounding
migraine
akin
to
psychological
battle field
tete a tete
with ability
to function
the casualty
of mortal
kombat “war”
and fast
loosing weight
and patience
can nada wait
do to
physiological
symptoms
per nausea,
palpitating
heart, vertigo
barely contain
via a tail
of medications,
which ordinarily
ameliorate
aforementioned
wracking
symptoms,
that most
definitely invite
suicide as bait
rather than
besieged vis
a vis inner
maelstrom
doth create
but death
not readily
agreeable
to me,
cuz if escorted
by grim reaper….
that would
be first and
final date
though,
Matthew
Scott
Harris
remains
alive,
mailer demons
viciously claw
in an attempt
to eviscerate,
whose eyes
widen like
black eye peas
as descent of
black crows gravitate
to wrecked
vestige of a
generic chap,
who doth hate
iterated
unfortunate
events – so
move over
lemony snicket),
I illuminate
aware artistic
pursuits in
one form or
another could
be cathartic, fantastic,
intrinsic…
magic, that
could some
how solve
thee crisis,
which critical
reliance on
driving
thine car,
a present
topic de jure
source of
irritation drive
me to
impersonate
convincingly
insitu, a
lunatic mad
man fit to
be tied
or strapped
in strait jacket
and duct
taped mouth,
whereby arms
and legs rapt
with attentive
experimental
scientists
intently
observing
viciously jagged
oscillations of
sinusoidal
curves mapped
omnipotent
bound by
super strong
steel magnolia
derived wires
fixed to mine
numb skull
held – with
chrome
dome capped
upon mine
head whereby
electrodes send
shock waves so
for the present
and immediate
future, I can
be a zombie
and adapt.
