Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...

(actually, now at present time juiced

well nigh high noon same day)

On this January nineteenth

tooth thousand and nineteen

dogged by an earlier notion

searching soul to glean,

(while at Collegeville Diner)

above place previously wrought


poem hammered from this peon

expounded possibly seen,

asper belated birthday

outing now I mean


to expound upon nagging, yet keen

existential question, sans what purpose

validates yours truly within skien

of terrestrial webbed wide world,


no...no...no not

simply pocketing green

backs (banknotes, legal,

tender, money, et cetera), but now bean


older, and displeasing lee not so lean

when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago

yea, that would be

when I hapt tubby a teen


with nary a concern,

nope not even to preen

myself much to the dismay

of my late mother, nay


no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,

and antithetical bee hay

vee yore prevailed, but more to the point

rarely when young and naive did stray


thoughts besiege my mind,

that LX vintage sketchy,

shady, and seedy gray

area bothered concerning,


hounding, pestering and fill lay

mignon noggin ready toboggan

any price you say

for this staged coached blarney


finding this mortal questioning... ray

zing meaning, purpose,

and underlying importance, gestalt, design...

of life more so today

meaning since recent past

also taking stock of

accomplishments from way

back, and feeling stymied okay


at a loss to delineate

any rhyme or reason

to shout hip...hip hooray

quite the contrary, which following

admission might appear cray zee,

but aye decry barely

living capped off with oy vey!