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endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me...


like the infinite vista
upon the midwestern plain

farther than the eyes of mine

(an ascetic and copacetic

shortsighted father of two grown

twenty something daughters)

can no longer see,

since sockets severely seared

staring at the hypnotic screen

blindsided courtesy the magnificent 7

(a group of seven

major technology companies
that consistently outperformed
the overall stock market,

particularly in recent years)

severed mine "ocular orbs,"
leaving a comfortably numbskull
bonafide USDA approved
nondescript puny skeleton
once sported a sexagenarian
sliding seventy inches
down into the behavioral sink
dwarfed by teeming masses
of dead people,

(who once possessed a sixth sense)

sporting telltale signs of misery
somnambulance courtesy prolonged insomnia

a sorry escape for a Dreamcatcher

standing under the dome (more so
wobbling on spindle shanks

awaiting Rita Hayworth
and Shawshank redemption),

though I never flinch
head and shoulders above me,
where their vestigial swallowed tail
(shriveled and atrophied coccyx
resembling dessicated wild asparagus),

the bony husk, the body, the firestarter

illustrating emotionally tattooed
generic common John Doe
among skeletal husks
of emaciated humans
wolfishly fighting over scraps
confusing yours truly (me)
as some tasty morsel
with weathered gristle
remains of the day
from a freshly fielded kill
concentration camp victim
mostly bleached lovely bones
charred courtesy bonfire of the vanities
the aftermath of cannibals
partying after experiencing reefer madness
strongly resembling animated
stoned temple pilots
base sic lee emulating 10,000 maniacs
frolicking with more'n one
barenaked lady supertramp wannabe
turning her cheap trick
ohm my dog after getting a charge
quaffing electric kool aid acid test
gifted me with aforementioned hallucinations
to escape the cares and concerns
of an uncertain future,
hence I never wanna venture out
nor can yours truly (me)
break free and clear of this cell
tethered with omnipotent cables
of human bondage
approximating as a quasi umbilical cord
housed in Apartment b44
analogous to be encapsulated
and livingsocial as if born again
within pseudo makeshift uterus
no longer experiencing desperation
to venture outside
into the webbed wide world
because I feel safe and sound
ensconced under the covers

away from the coming fury
where opposing armies never call retreat
meanwhile the cursor blinks
as the writer of these words sits stupefied

yawning chasms that could swallow a Mack truck
despite just arising
from a siesta moments ago

dead set to let thought unspool

analogous to a meandering river

baffling the casual observer

why a more direct route

from mountaintop to base

did not manifest destiny

"a riddle wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma"

which origins of the phrase
can be traced back to a statement
made by Winston Churchill
in 1939 regarding the Soviet Union.
 

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Brief Bio:Hi (Matthew Scott Harris - berthed January xiii, circa mcmlix). Hi yam juiced dime a dozen penniless bitcoin (a chip off the ole blockchain) branching off the tree men dous skeined wide whirled webbing courtesy aye push (apish) predecessors humanity. Aye got pro pence city to ply (close on par with Wordsworth wandering willy shake his spear), their weight in gold, and thus as a scribe take to the most vibrant media platform these days (electronic soapbox) to express most bothersome doggone fiendish harmful jerk, lobbing nuggets packed resplendently, tightly unfashionably vested with yik yak animal clout. Tis like a stormy field day (tour wren NATO), asper communicating, expressing, gut heaving input. Tinder days of yore sparked psychological conflagration kindle ling outlook per questionable rite Trump violated with yipping brigands doing dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Though unknown to thee twittering, reading public and chattering class, this totally tubular thought provoking meister jabberwocky houses full deshabille attire invoking an automatic repulsion if aiming to affect "FAKE" couture of nouveau riche. No ambition to clothe thyself in the latest craze, fashions, gizmos, kool leaning trends always found this middle aged, monkey's peanut size uncle (a Lioness Paul lean), mwm to be an outlier. Early years of mine kempf fraught with emotional, physical and spiritual angst, when forced thru the gauntlet thrown up by one eyed punks with jagged lightning bolt designed scars. They (the madding crowds of foo fighting beastie boys) throve on being mean, and stepped up the propensity of bullying, especially since this presently grown man evinced (as a pipsqueak), an extremely cowering, frowning, identity guard.

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