Wonderment At Existence ™

Wonderment At Existence ™ ballad

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With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder the precise circumstances
any thing to be born
Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual
unpredictable as the Dow
Reckoning a series of events sustained life
similar to sowing seed of corn
Ruminating fragile nascent organism
at the mercy of fate flourished and how
Taxing me mind how each score composed
for each to toot their own horn
Aware that just the slightest off beat fluke
determined from millennia ago or now
That particular organism –
whether one celled entity or beings that can mourn
The loss of kindred members –
food for thought for able pledge marital vow
Like this poet, whose presence
a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn
At any point in distant past
rendering me absent and hence unable to utter wow

At what crapshoot of circumstances
wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be
Cognizant of the self and the World Wide Web
or follow threads back in time
Albeit not more than a couple generations –
whereby emigrants did flee
From supposed eastern European swath
in general finding rhyme
For no reason, just as other creatures
great or small occupy themselves with glee
Or just groveling along
at bare boned knuckle existence without a dime
Less apt to own luxury how Homo sapiens
purportedly evolved from mon-key
Whereby harsh ill fate tempts life of crime
When perhaps riches with kingly figures
loomed large in their family tree

Branching off way back when back in the day
Glorious personalities populated genealogy to boot
Twisting a tortured destiny somewhere along the way
Setting stage for rags when
once august ancestry buried in loot
Yet tis quite frivolous to bemoan present woes
or even pray
To win lottery turning attention
how like our ancestral gingko or newt g’ing rich
Dwelling in that rich primordial egg drop soup
wantonly in massive bay
Inexorably transformed (by dint of dice throw)
per flora to take root
As well fauna to mutate into species and genus
on land to assay

Giving rise to variety sans assortment
of animals and plants
And this one speck of flotsam in particular
owns a passion for contra dance
Whereby others – from massive beasts
to self taught amazing ants
Scurry hither and yon to and fro perhaps
also contemplating genetic grants
To be alive for a mere blink of an eye
all due (in my view) to chance.

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Matthew Scott Harris

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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