The first anniversary since being pelted...

with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021
sitting in the exact same chair
yours truly sat three hundred

and sixty five days ago.

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...

lobbed at yours truly ruled out,

hence the missus dreamt up bright idea

to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.

Rather than just hurl one at a time,

(she who unwittingly helped inspire

contents of reasonable rhyme)

decided to throw handfuls

leguminous encasement

constituting cellulose and lignin,

creating woody appearance and texture.

Spouse trends toward being poor aim

nevertheless still manages

to wreak havoc

upon mine body electric,

I once upon a time

doubting thomas peacemonger became

anarchist overnight whereat

foo fighters claim

beastie boy wedded to culture club

divorce no longer sought

against devilish, girlish,

Jordache versus Levi Strauss

mulish, queerish fictitious dame

prone toward profanities to exclaim

waxes with wicked disposition

her charisma and persona sparkles

analogous to blinding flame

burning with passion

to play Gerald's game.

Said artificial intelligence I activate

courtesy mine overactive imagination,

she occasionally accidentally does berate

divine creator (me), yet more often than not

we feign shunning law and order

as faux vigilantes to celebrate

life, liberty and pursuit of happiness

allowing, enabling, and providing

opportunities to deviate

against nonestablishmentarian

dogma and ethos, I'm gonna estimate

as generally popular

counter culture paradigm

helping to beget, birth and facilitate

iconic nineteen ninety sixties

liberal transition to toleration

within parochial schema

did unwittingly generate

loosening quintessential

conventional racial and sexual precepts,

where obsolete doctrines staid to hibernate

sustaining repressive stereotypical mores

housing totalitarian, racist, bigoted

White Supremacist poisonous bile

doth fester and incubate.

Machinations of maniacs loose ill will

figuratively unhinged Homo sapiens

destroy webbed fabric of civilization

domestic hate crimes on the rise

homegrown terrorism beget

vile killing rampages which proliferate

courtesy easy access to guns

triggering pandemic of violence

fueling undeclared warfare

putting innocent lives

within crosshairs

no time for victims to bid adieu

only option remaining for surviving

to mourn slain friends and family.

Grave situation rocks world

as ten commandments get unfurled,

whereby complacent grim reaper

with his signature scythe

within gnarled bony hands

he gamely twirled

since time immemorial,

and will be victor among many spoils

as tumultuous upheaval roils

courtesy reprobate who

brings death and destruction in their wake

giddy with delight at one or more

human lives he/she did take

causing, fomenting, instigating...

grievous sorrow to quake

perhaps someone with my namesake.