from inside our climate
controlled sixty sixty degree fahrenheit
one bedroom apartment
while outside the temperature
brutally cold evening
this February seventh
two thousand and twenty six
singing the praises
compliments to the chef
of delicious chow down
regarding being a glutton
for punishment hours before
big super puppy bowl supper,
whereby the missus
whipped up mashed potatoes,
(albeit boxed instant flakes
adequately liquified
courtesy coconut water),
laced with garlic
and cluck cluck broth
and topped with tahini source,
then finding myself
waking up within
no country for old men
disquieted, disoriented,
disheveled, and discombobulated
after taking a siesta
to digest supper
waking up dazed and confused
(analogous to a lead zeppelin,
which blimp stays in the air by,
being filled with a
lighter-than-air gas, typically helium
which provides buoyancy,
while internal air bags (ballonets)
adjust pressure and shape
to control altitude
and maintain stability,
similar to a submarine\'s
ballast tanks, which engines
provide thrust, and fins steer it,
but the primary lift
comes from the helium
displacing heavier air,
allowing it to \"float\"
after the helium got let out),
and awakening from zzz land
mistaking nineteen hundred
hours post meridiem
for the morrow.
After sipping from a cup
of high test coffee
(the spouse claimed
strong enough to peal
paint off the walls –
actually found me yawning)
that helped kick/jump start
writing this poem,
(similar to any other literary endeavor
I strive to accomplish
on a daily basis) hopefully
a warm welcome
will become evident
after my countless diehard fans
read these words
that flow across the virtual universe,
(albeit the webbed
wide world of cyberspace),
where all creatures great and small
plus wise and wonderful
(at least within the mindset
of us superior, yet non
(arrogant, egotistical, haughty,
egocentric, et cetera - ha)
humans in general
and this one in particular),
who just learned
how to walk erect this morning
will (potential bribe offered)
comment favorably
versus inveighing
against my meandering
stream of consciousness
imponderable weltanschauung,
but just imagine
how yours truly (me)
must feel being condemned
to live out good and plenty
hard days night
eight days a week
with relentless assault
of hobgoblins flitting
hither and yon,
to and fro
within the sixty
plus shades of gray
subjected to the vagaries
and playful whims
courtesy the fickle finger
of an indiscriminate fate
doling out unexpected
series of unfortunate events,
(whereby Lemony Snicket
would envy) the unpleasant experiences
of mein kampf linkedin
to in utero biochemical processes
that bequeathed congenital afflictions
upon mine psyche,
(that supposedly tabula rosa –
blank slate already scrawled
with lurid graffiti),
which seeds of life
and white lily
witnessed days of my life
as the world turned
on all children
(except those lucky enough
to be reared by progressive parents,
(who homeschooled them)
to earn their academic kudos
(and then some additional chops)
and become well adjusted
older citizen bankers
moseying along
their merry way
until bitta bing
bitta bang a scallywag
ever so persuasively
sweet talks his
(the vast majority
of unsavory characters
happened to be men,
with the occasional
token woman spluttering
her lovey dovey honey dew spiel
entrancing enough
to charm a snake),
and said meritorious model
young person taken unawares
clothes to the cleaners,
or to borrow another cliché
getting fleeced
by a rammy peddler of pablum
with an intent
to pull figurative wool
over eyes of unsuspecting victim,
but I knew deep down
that these charlatans
ought NOT be given
the time of day,
but that supposedly
sixth sense thwarted
believing and seeing dollar signs
in these myopic eyes
despite the presence
of flashing red warning lights
and deafening sirens
warning danger field doth lurk
while trucking along
the information superhighway
and severely chiding myself ex post facto.