Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021

(blustery and chilly Saturday)

reminiscing about mien kampf,

when precious irretrievable youth

frittered away within

emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation, abdication... unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation

of "baggage" thumb

of right hand thrust out

silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)

saw fit to fashion
and hammer home

red hot poker rage

their singular male offspring

middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises

when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent

deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
(long since razed)

built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam

still one hundred years since Leipers

bon voyage into netherland

father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love

translated meant absolute zero value

toward offspring they begot,

and made quite clear loathing

heaped upon sundered fountainhead

good for nothing son of a...,

he whittled away precious time

reading avast among trove of material

crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves

mostly to impress intellectual visitors,

when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,

donned with "FAKE" literacy

stereotypical "rednecks,"

inexplicably begot wunderkind

agog with inhaling literature

in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers

oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown

sequestered most remote nook
within local library (Evansburg)

few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest

distraction, whence schoolmaster

detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously

dull jabbering subjected

stone faced classmates

into instant soporific state

futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight

including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake

realized quite a vivid dream!

PostScript: I slightly
refashioned, repurposed and revised

above crafted semi fictitious poem

(written scant years ago)
cuz poignant pathos

to plod along boulevard

of broken dreams still persists into present.