Resumption of daily/nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(many hours before edge of night,

where twilight zone evokes night gallery),

and resumed walking a circuit

around perimeter of parking lot

today, a breezy temperate

twenty fifth of April two thousand
and twenty two, and perhaps
if regularly habituate myself
to said stroll physical endeavors
may one day find me to cantor or trot.

 

Yours truly realized modus operandi

to kombat (mortal) lethargy;

last year, he did stride rite
around resident parking lot area
(here at Highland Manor apartments)

then usually at approximately

19:00 hours each day

casually bumbling and ambling
one lap after another

counting one hundred and one,

one hundred and two,
one hundred and three...

coordinated with deep breathing

to distract self from repetitiveness.

 

Modicum of walking exercise
benefits this sexagenarian

in tandem yours truly began

burning ghee (my slang for calories)
while maintaining sitting position
placing each foot in strap
and pedalling lightweight machine

against adjusted tension.

 

Aside from strengthening leg muscles

choosing to while away time

by disciplining myself with former or latter,

both modes of physical fitness

also help keep anguish at bay

mental duress triggered

courtesy of property management

constituting: Zoftig, the warden

and maintenance man,
(a recent hire),

the first two whose invisible clutches

 

asphyxiate me and the missus
hounding us to keep

one bedroom apartment in shipshape order
and particularly to wipe away fruit fly feces
(cuz exterminator informed us
said itty bitty teeny weeny insect
breeds within their
yellowish gummy waste matter)

prompting us to Google search
senior low income apartment facilities,
spurring spurious query wondering

whether any anonymous reader
might be able, eager, ready and willing
to hand over keys to main lodging

including carriage house,
we would even settle for a dog house

or (in a manor of writing) Yukon

assign access rights to an excellent outlook.

 

Sense and sensibility concerning

the emotional fallout

brought about by sedentariness

(essentially affecting me to feel
glum, melancholy, and ruminative)

helped goad generic indigent solitary man
(practically self quarantined

his whole mucked up adult life)

hence not inconvenienced

when coronavirus COVID-19

wrought havoc and mayhem.

Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre,

the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade

figuratively swoop down

to announce re: inspection

of apartment unit B44

whenever they deem appropriate.

 

Thus series of unfortunate events

(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)

got sidelined nsync with

contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer

bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),

incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.

 

An honest to dog confession

regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary

mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless

included perusing a gamut of reading material.

 

The passion to engross intellect

witnessed courtesy immersing

attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;

knowledge prized more precious

than fine spun gold.

 

Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)

elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)

within parameters of

microscopically crenellated

sixty plus shades of gray matter

also constitutes fervent interest.