Boyce Brandon Harris ™

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air
Head populated with black curly locks
No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare
Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks
Inherent in double helix strand, his father designed many a fancy chair
Passed along blueprint to this youngest of three offspring and second heir
Whose inquisitiveness found him roaming Manhattan far and near
Plus or minus penchant with science & mathematics I.Q. in the stratosphere
Those mental cogs, wheels and gear
Found those piercing black eyes to peer
Way beyond the New York City skyline, where he pined to tear
Him, which “Big Apple”, he loathed and thus latent smarts did create career
Path, which whipsawed him thru multitudinous exotic places that he, did dare
Himself to traverse – from the Korean front to General Electric where
He secured employment as a mechanical engineer
Within aerospace, industry, and completed my academic projects with flair
Who essentially earned me a passing grade just by the chin whisker hair
And by physical might, I wished he served as bodyguard when kids did jeer
This quiet skinny boy, who felt intimidated when bullies spewed names with a leer
Yet I never expressed to my 88 year-old widower father
Cuz we never got emotionally near
How much his 58-year-old son does love him and genuinely care
Despite those virulent expletive ultimatums way back during young manhood year.

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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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