Reckoning with lifelong despair

Yours truly constantly repairing
psyche delicate ruptures
afflicting me since mine birth.

Which late afternoon/ early evening
today adventuristic, edenic, and idyllic

April 13th, 2021

pitch perfect weather

serves as temporary tonic

to balm away blues.

Like a tumbleweed

aimlessly blowing in the wind

across infinitely wobegon open wide

prairie home companion land

(which wasteland famously

epitomized by T.S. Eliot),

a barren vista ravages

metaphorical landscape

of one measly mortal malcontent male

bumping and scraping

along accursed habiliment

barely avoiding and

dodging diabolical demons

mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian

finds himself amidst pitfalls

of tortured twisted existence

racked with pinions describe bing

demonic dragon filled dungeon

damp, dark, demented domains –

a veritable no man’s land

impossible to escape no matter how fast

I, a beastie boy

foo fighter flees

from fearful, fearsome phantasmagoric forms

figments imagination seemingly real

tangible as bone and flesh

haunts sacred crowded house of slumber

transmogrifies me into loathsome madman

ranting raving senseless

gibberish and sic gobbledygook

perceived as metaphysically

n philosophically insane

as soundgarden syllabification

from one wily World Wide Web wayfarer,

which virtual vagabond venerates vowels

and possesses means and tees to till verse

akin to sorceress,

who waves a magic wand

rendering subject spellbound

(housing bajillion words)

to produce supreme sentences

weaves tantalizing terrific

tweed topographic tundra’s

that this admirer of her artful

and colorful poetic endeavors

prompts me to accompany my mindscape

as a thought-provoking troubadour

amidst the information

super byways and highways

along winding labyrinths of critical thinking

or simply stepping o'er rolling stones

of silly rhymes without wing less reason

all the while giving subtle egress

into that chamber of secrets

long kept shut tight to maintain

that sure footed stance of solitude

whose only entities happened

to constitute trappings

of literary lugubriousness

those tombs of largesse identified

as great works and masterpieces of literature

yet careful to avoid complete intimacy

lest that cherished solitude shattered

and a heart rent asunder

twin tower ring inferno

imperils of loss that provide

an understandable cautionary tale

to the author of this rambling missive

a most profoundly perceptive

acute Ape man

touched to the quick

with a bit of angel dust

aware that this agonized

and angst riddled arboreal beast

contents himself within

confines of cyberspace!