upon porcelain goddess, most brilliant ideas in me mind lit sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character of kit car son ridding imagination fired fast as fleeting thoughts softly hit attempting with futility to net ideas in mind that flit I yam a poet favoring words that rhyme a bit.
Iambic pentameter strands crochet magically into verse interleaving arbor boughs shield soul sunlight shafts dapple canopied asylum affecting solitary dark shadows to dis purse from psychic edge of night – ebbing and flowing in tandem n’sync circadian metronome extolling quietude transformed by serenading mother nature electrifies viz propinquity electro magnetic bandwidth spectrum invisible hand scythe lent tranquility doth immerse
congregating distinguished flora and fauna the latter sending tendrils poised on brink of philosophical revelation delicate as hocked china which capricious metaphorical musings resurrected from propriety devoid of vicious evocative premonitions ensconced in eyesight of adobe dwelling away from mass society – return of this native son harbors thoughts against crowd source forebodings cease to dwindle less oven effect mosquito’s needling proboscis in the nape of neck, this contemplative human being feels leaves of grass each like a spindle completing colorful palette utmost verdant splendor upon flotsam speck allowing wisps of euphoria to warm shutter flying nooks set afire to kindle
under azure vault entire warp and woof of one mortal male he does lie beneath celestial sphere transfixed as those simians who preceded him millenniums before similarly inebriated from wondrous panoply of one star that comprises a near infinite candelabra guiding the mind to posit the universe.
çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ må††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!
In my quest for Eternal Bliss I came to a Golden Arch, across its gate was written “No Thoroughfare” “Trespassers will be prosecuted.” I smiled I am love I enter everywhere!! in I went into a grassy land wet with