June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021

 

While scrolling over outdated docs

(i.e. namely OpenOffice documents)

derrière seated upon hard backed chair,

yours truly came upon following poem
to share with anonymous readers,

whereby slight modifications

got made to original file.

 

Until fairly recently,

(no less than a few years ago -

roughly about hundred fortnights ago),

each day lapsed with nothing

(absolute zero) outcome to show

for effort to find an amenable abode

wrought nothing boot

futility, hostility, irritability...

and increased internal disequilibrium

essentially psyche feeling wretchedly awry

me thought for long stretch encompassing

the search perhaps,

 

hoop fully there would arise salvation

exhibiting courtesy elation

entertaining, leavening, and sprinkling

with gush of happiness

otherwise ill luck inducing me to cry

for I thought for sure,

homeless shelter 'twould be

our next place housing me

(and missus) against the darkened sky

said cursed fate would moost likely occur

before this generic garden variety

middle aged baby boomer would die.

 

Methought... only after demise (mine),

would soul alight upon cotton candy cloud

whit will git churned out

by hum mad ginned mechanism of Eli

ja, an angelic ethereal invisible

masterful quintessential uber lyft app

par rush hen little chicken

shape shifting near transparent

savior donned in transparent radiant alb by

kept watch to ensure sands of time

didst last just long enough

to cease our plaintive lowing sound,

which bellow hide decry.

 

Akin to a lonesome

cooing, mourning dove

(trying to hawk – prey tell)

immeasurable justice sought well nigh

accessing divine providence,

kickstarting heavenly location

and scouting out twittering

worthy appropriate bird nest sanctuary,

where this long haired pencil neck geek guy

and his missus could breathe easy whereat hie
hoed hue man pang propinquity

 

for peace of body, mind and spirit to lie

in close quarters, thus my

brief zeptosecond hiatus from posting

prose and poetry today, cuz we did ply

along the one directional infrastructure

to exhale a deep sigh

upon being amazingly gracefully blessed

by fickle finger of fate, after many a try

analogous to seeking employment

or striving to beget offspring,

and I wonder why

such aggravation ensues.

 

After attaining applicable objective,

one bedroom apartment

(listed on Montgomery County

Pennsylvania low cost housing roster),
a sudden influx of subsequent

kumbaya praiseworthy similar opportunities

materialized, as though

cruel resistant hand of destiny

didst thrive ohm my dog

to send courtesy Volt Tim Mort

current amping thru me.

 

Just when we thought

oh no, not another rejection,

I could (would) not cope

methought the river of Jordan

ran bone dry with hope

thee manifest destiny

spurred yours truly

going pronto to Vatican to see Pope,

when at the end of our figurative rope,

(ready to gibbet, - viz hitting gallows

a chance – despite noose

sense, nor sensibility)

ah…at long last... lo and behold,

our streak of ill success,

we acquired an affordable place

 

rooted, nestled, and huddled

along rolling pastoral intercepting slope
thru effort of applying

to many subsidized housing facilities,

a cessation never more to mope

(unless unfortunately, we get evicted)

this former one class room

per grade school house
long since repurposed

into Highland Manor
nestled in the bucolic greensward

of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Postal Zone Improve Plan re: ZIP code 19473

came about just in the nick of time

when an unexpectedly pleasant call conveyed

via cheerful voice office manager,

(honest to dogness),

I consider as a divine goddess,

whose positive source prime

news that my application –

 

set in the mail about a year ago –

(after date original reasonable rhyme written)

inched to the top tier after

a one bedroom apartment became available –
which reasonable cost hoop fully

doth not necessitate spending me last dime,

a prayer that longevity cane outlast

the previous senior citizen,

said former tenant opted

to reside at a nursing home.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Perhaps because of malfunctioning

duodenum and cerebellum

(just a hunch)

whatever does spur one

to analyze lyrics

Skidamarink a dink, a dink

Skidamarink a doo
I love you...
though to be perfectly tongue in cheek,

aye haint gotta handy dandy clue,

what lines after asterisk mean,

yet nevertheless suspect only asses

like me find themselves in arrears –

and nary a blue

blazing snowball chance in…hell low,

aye pray to dog

while rusty nine inch nails I eschew

that no urine crisis of this body electric

deters me going to the loo

 

pee else yours truly pissed off

sir/ma'am…stumbling along

the boulevard of broken dreams,

maybe joining a motley crue,

or a posse sub bull contra band of thieves

to stay alive as haggardness grew

force to panhandle just enough loose change

to utter a wimpy yahoo

but…if in charitable and philanthropic mood….

well I hate to beg for you

to toss a coin so this rattletrap

can escape Bing caged in the human zoo.