Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit

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.

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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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