When just a whippersnapper of a little boy Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed For doctor removal of my adenoid Less to prevent their only son from being coy Than fear of said male heir to the Harris carnival throne Becoming an android A less than agreeable likelihood, especially In tandem with predilection of goy This fateful outcome unfazed this now green giant, Not the least bit annoyed As captain crunch (before childhood end) Beckoned yours truly with “A HOY” Horrified that my parents would be so blithe To steer their son clear to avoid Psychotic outcome to deliver obliviousness And thus bring inner joy. So, they sent their peculiar male progeny Believing he to be residue of Pink Floyd Who found himself evicted desperately And in sore need of gainful m ploy So he began his therapy In the orifice er office of maudlin Sigmund Freud Who bore a striking resemblance To a wooden pecked prickly shaped toy This mental analysis delved into past – outcome I felt less than overjoyed Despite boss be addressed As Oedipus wrecks and pay verbal homage that did cloy Dredging layered past devoid Of love, yet Flush with fallacious prevaricated abuse From mister Lloyd Lavinsky, A male lore demon of a grade school bully forsooth sanity he destroyed.
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!
The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in
Joy Slim, beautiful and humble Daughter of Felix & Angela, Sister to Tony She loves to sing, dance and play chess She feels Joyous, full of life & enthusiastic about life She is happy when helping the needy, in their