Unadulterated emotional anguish linkedin...

rew4er2nail

Regarding inconsolable screaming infant

christened Matthew Scott Harris woke

eureka insight about said newborn self,

experiences ultra sensitivity courtesy

loud noises and/or sleep disruption.


I purportedly cried mine

trademark noisy hullabaloo

no matter pallor turned

fifty plus shades of blue

nonstop nary a clue

lovely writhing baby bones

pitiful sight Matthew

eventually, invariably, and ostensibly

slumped into fatigue he brew

utter exhaustion and drew

round the clock few

till helplessness that no hue

man parental unit knew

not remedy only

parental frustration didst ensue,

nein body but mother coaxed xanadu

quickly instinctually, and

dotingly attempted to construe

why "mama's boy" solely

wanted her, she knew

not why, I only permitted

maternal acquiescence to quell grew

absolute zero clue

scant hours earlier yesterday

November 26th, 2019

inexplicable insight shone through

after decades long mystery adieu

reckon unlikely circumcised as Jew,

albeit Unitarian in

later years voluntarily withdrew

attendance basically, I now eschew

contemplative, introspective, and meditative

hodgepodge transcendental spirit chew

wool awareness keenly, profoundly,

and unexpectedly piqued

clear out of the blue

courtesy oppressive wallop true

red hot volcanic rage, a violent brew

within walls of b44 deathstill milieu

expressed in most recent previous poem,

previous poem titled Even if yours truly

could repeat every grade...

where I maintain hermitage milieu

experiencing violent ready to slew

myself and/or spouse, but... whew

blinding, deafening, frothing...

heaving, jackknifing lacerating

as iterated to you

Fred Flintstone's catchphrase,

he hightailed jabbering yabadabadoo

lest his fate witness him

serving as cannibal stew

unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...

eventually subsided without

limp or lifeless body ignoble deed

yours truly did eschew.





 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2019 02:36
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 31
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