October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus

Oft times zee spouse
lingers at select
supermarkets (Landis, Redners,
and/or Wegmans) without me

(figuratively) taking
all the time in the world
allowing this mister to reflect
alone (imaging tubby

a Norwegian bachelor farmer)
toying with this, that, or the
other writing project
sitting facing this

Macbook Pro laptop
within this one
bedroom apartment
comprising a quite

satisfactory unit, sans
Highland Manor Apartments 
in the heart
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania

reveling in solitude meditating, reading,
or trying valiantly to connect
continuity of words,
always pleasantly surprised

at finished product
(predominantly, asper
hashing out a poem)
with unpredictable captivating aspect

letting thoughts flow as they
may burst asunder
quickly keying
thee elusive threads,

albeit unconcerned
making a typing blunder
mainly focused on
barley distilling, coalescing,

and brewing alphabetic dunder,
when over zealousness
frequently setting wing
to literary creation, which

smug modesty, nonetheless
finds this scrivener to sing
(unwittingly premature
silent ejaculations)

joyus rapturous threnody,
whereat ring around the rosy
abruptly ends caused by
renegade doppelganger quisling

shell shocks yours
truly wear re: eyes
mimic pinball ping
experiencing short lived

(dramatic beaming effusion)
to plummet giving
little attention to proof read,
versus when I indiscriminately fling

an unpolished epistle of Matthew
riddled with glaring mistakes,
aye suddenly feel
embarrassed like a damned ding
bat reprimanding myself
and wrathful madness doth bring!