Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spells embarrassment

No rhyme nor reason why

yours truly recalled how

me late mother

(earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years)

non verbally communicated disgust

(insync with audible sigh)

quite often ultimatums

blasting fulminating nauseating

scathing well nigh

she loosed loathing against

grungy looking son (guess who)

futilely escaped wrath of Harriet Khan

clamoring upon rooftop high

offering birds eye view

out of earshot and eyesight aye

catching sunbeams while smiling wry

cowardly lion sought divine intervention 

courtesy sheltering sky

acres of shingles I sprawled

these lovely bones did lie

property of garden variety generic guy.

She who helped beget and birth

sole heir inheriting gamut of behavioral quirks

linkedin with many predecessors,

who trod, slunk, roamed...

across planet Earth.

Best bet said present day scribe i.e.

poetic, nonesstablishmentarian, liberal,

jesting, humble, freelance, dilatory bummer

whose hindsight evinced a student dumber

than his classmates wheedled

(as targeted scapegoat) by bullies their flummer

re: entrapped - worse louse than lice

internalized trauma left figurative tread marks

analogous to raging road runner

pressing accelerator pedal of hummer

driven by (an actual person) one Roger Kummerer.

Despite agonizing vicious tongue lashing

against flesh and blood,

which venomous invisible whiplash

never petered out

(even when sundry bloke

got married and gladly left home)

abusive treatment markedly

left appalling, loathing and percolating

ambivalence if though mama passed away

(these last seventeen plus years) wrung

cash crop of poetic endeavors,

albeit resultant lackluster

literary crafted aspirations.

Memory of mom overshadowed

by similar facsimile thereof

think shrieking banshee,

an indelible psychological imprimatur,
I strive to acknowledge
emotional reverberations to date
(May 27th, 2021).

My trademark wordsmith fashioned communiqué

impossible mission to shake off bittersweet feelings
toward once (former) Arthur Murray dance instructor
which fancy footwork synchronized with favorite

debonair handsome young fella (papa)

both flirts buoyant with elan and energy

only thru death will angst become free

interestingly enough hands will clap with glee.