True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky

(any resemblance between this poem,

and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind

loosed another idea

for a poem asper

(wren) this wordsmith

first awoke as if this burr

bull ling gray matter of mine cur

rage Hesse lee

nearly figuratively drowned

 

awash with psychedelic fur,

and by an inexplicable fate

while holed up

like an atheist fox in

metaphorical imaginary Alsace

Lorraine booth them

aye hands needed to brace

against being whip lashed

compromising meat, who

cut to the chase

hurriedly beef hoar

twittering black crows didst erase

finding yours truly short shrift head

aghast count tin ants

(marching one by one hoorah...)

etching mortality against

(hill reed) duff

figurative staring in face

o' mine, yet with chutzpah, fortitude,

and intrepid amazing grace

did man age with the likes

of one named Horace

aye trumpeted (while donning

sateen pink “i hate gull

hubble buoys” frilly lace)

to quickly (in

quasi Jackson Pollock)

slap dash nod duh

soundcloud issued munitions along

Somme hum battle

creek King Kong a mace

swing change of

good fortune did

(Patton Lee) didst

Rob Zombie place

pitting (and/or pitying)

a critical (Weeknd updated) race

against father time hood

handily did trace,

what appeared tubby my bloom

ming dog gone cat tis strophic

(through-composed) doom

suddenly by quirk

of poetic license

of Matthew Scott Harris

did suddenly groom

salvation when suddenly out of

the thick (smoky intermittently clear

mountain) thin air

(Ta DaVinci) Vita man arrived

juiced in the nick

(knack paddy whack...a mole)

of mere minutes to spare,

whence immediately after veer

really gulping, (nee

emptying) a multi year

supply - downing entire contents lear

rook hilly visibly rippling trachea

(tricky ya) ying ma ha ha

esophagus of pill furred

(courtesy of peristalsis)

essential (placebo) body

mineral nutriments dare

ring (ala Popeye

The Sailor Man)

dozen plus bottled

blithely ignoring skull and

cross bones (bier) beware,

when instantaneously

muscles bulged nsync
as nostril didst flair

visa discover ring how

 

whipping, shaking, and

lashing my wet hair

(actually no Chuck -

wag'n - Norse lie)

my meth thud used to dry

sham pooed thinning mane -

jar - yea...yea...go head 'n jeer

at this peculiarity of mine

e'en if bald, aye would boldly,

(sans this creature

of habit) shake pate

gnome hatter how queer!