Folie à deux

("shared madness," or "madness for two").

I suffer in silence, though not alone
kvetching old curmudgeon (me)
(once upon a time, a promising
long haired pencil necked geek)
buzzfeeding off life's miniseries
of unedited miseries in tandem

with ideal counterpart ofttimes
easily mistaken for a clone

Matthew Scott Harris
unable to function without her

(zee wife), he doth espouse as integral

to calculus of his existence

plus attributes wizardly
powers within (yours truly)

derived, highfived, and thrived courtesy

(think symbiotic), quietly riotously quintessentially,

nevertheless beloved hen pecking crone,

we carrion and cavort

(our respective wings
beating at speed of sound)
generating humming drone

beehive ving amorously

exhibiting unchoreographed tableaux

long practiced routine

equilibrium intermittently punctuated

with dynamic pantomime tour de force

communion words superfluous

since telepathic communication

predominates the unspoken wavelength

long established modus operandi

since... before pledging our troth,

while each ourselves in utero

womb during fait accompli

vis a vis gamely matched

think arranged embryonic marriage,

thus marital covenant

essentially linkedin since conception

both of us coaxed when livingsocial
no longer being tethered to umbilical cord

as lifelong playmates
forging compatible association,

now a gratuitous nod to our long since

dearly departed mothers

unbeknownst to them

how like firmly attached barnacles

each handily, snugly, and warmly fit
(esse mitten hand over fist gal love)

vicariously experienced reciprocal

trials and tribulations

whatever fate visited head of the other

permanently anchoring

nsync out rolling - rock of Gibraltar

across metaphorical stormy seas

trying against all odds

to weather strongest

emotional/psychological tempests

wallowing, née drowning in despair

at aging body, fading senses,
and thinning hair

which last named

akin to Samson

bolsters mein kampf

since... infancy, whose

counterpart betraying me like Delilah

wishing and threatening
(albeit jestingly) to lop off golden locks

each hair reed stranded longfellow

woolworth more'n fine spun gold!