I experience inappetence...

(similar physiological phenomena
affected yours truly

exactly one year ago),
yet nevertheless hunger,
not only for victuals
but peace on Earth

and goodwill to all men,

women, children, animals,

plants, et cetera

 

Mine corporeal complex edifice

unleashes convulsions of anxiety
less so regarding mine kampf,

one paltry existence among bajillions

of Homo sapiens, but rather
indiscriminate violence and

total annihilation, capitulation

eradication... wrought

courtesy atomic warfare.

 

Wanton aggression unleashed

upon defenceless civilians

caught in the crosshairs

of abhorrent, indignant, repugnant...

pillaging, raping, trespassing,
violating, xing sacrosanct boundaries

against humble people.

 

Said encroachment upon Ukraine

major reason lack of appetite

prevails to savor even smallest bite

unlike Pavlov's dog,

I neither salivate nor excite

at prospect (parking) body

against table not low but fahrenheit

unfair punishment fates did indict,

whereby yours truly decreed

to suffer wraith inflicted

 

akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite

asitia struck with vengeance

sucker punched pit of stomach

with furious dog forsaken might

unsavory predicament figuratively

eating away me passion

to relish comestibles day and night,

hence feeble effort to craft poem quite

lame rhyming for no reason right?

 

Yours truly cannot remember,

how many days, weeks, months... ago

elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate

(above mentioned statement veracious -

food for thought) I plainly communicate

hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary

 

in fortified effort to elucidate

thee dear anonymous reader great

if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue

awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate

reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy

thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,

 

generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic

quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour

who heartily hales within

southeastern keystone-state

dares himself to reach out across cyberspace

in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate

 

and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate

maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,

yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,

which mine body, mind, spirit triage

suddenly seems restoration of natural craving

toward sustenance doth oscillate.

 

What relief long starved taste buds to appease

cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive

worst case scenario catastrophizing)

one garden variety guy

acquired some generic disease

A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!