On becoming a night owl..., no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

especially after feeling super charged

watching the second night of
Democratic National Convention conclave
ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité.

Men and women are born and remain free and equal in rights. Social distinctions may be founded only upon the common good.

Article 1 of the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen (‘Déclaration des Droits de l’Homme et du Citoyen’)

Yours truly (a poker face)

exceptionally shy person

as a little boy who maintained an

inscrutable impassive expression

that hid my true feelings
similar to an adept card "Sharp" and "shark"
born this way nocturnal chronotype.

I dusk cover tenebrous dark shadows
creeping closer along the edge of night
punctuating the outer limits

of the twilight zone,

where something mist tickle

and magical happens

after the stroke of midnight
during the wee hours of a dawning day.

When morning hath broken
tis time to prepare tea for the tillerman
fifty plus shades of gray matter
in mine noggin o' mine feels askew
eyes wanna remain shut tight
add teared with super glue

bookmarking, dawning, and foisting
wispy tendrils o' daylight curlicue
wing analogous to fragrant
aroma of barbecue

said quotidian wake up calls
could not gently assuage, bestir,
boot cannot command.com, i.o.sys,
nor msdos.sys me
to arouse yours truly anew
without fail generated
abort, retry, and fail

thus deadened to
world wide web, I continued

to remain dead,

albeit "FAKE" robbed zombie,
this inability to evince being
bright eyed and bushy tailed
not always true

cuz, I remember myself as
precious, hilarious, rambunctious... kid shew

wing vital signs of life easily
confused for screeching bat that flew

out the portals of Hellenistic Hades

wolfing down breakfast of champions,

cereal, and then bidding cheery adieu

to mother (during her
prime mate ting years)

dashing off (with two
twisted sisters in tow)

to board school bus,
while said vehicle still in moe

shun, bobbing up and down,
(no app pell Le Cajun needed)

excited to mingle amidst peers,

especially Joe King
even when afflicted with Dengue

Fever, a slight setback

eagerly awaiting new

learning would ensue

maintaining enthusiastic countenance
never showing moue

handy dandy dee moody blue

affectation, yet buzzfeeding thru
one grade after another with flying colors

well..., not quite
straight exemplary A's, B's, nor C's

mine doting parents never made overissue

regarding grades (mine hew
wing, trending Xing past
beginning of ABC – alphabet)

nonetheless promoted,
cuz momma and poppa did eschew

the punishing impact,
wrought courtesy repeated grade

thus hopping, skipping,
and jumping kangaroo

simultaneously reed dully
playing invisible didgeridoo

until BAM, arising chipper as a lark

became futile effort this yahoo

suddenly feeling hijacked,
lowjacked, whacked... numbskull
metaphorically within by bamboo,

nope remaining like stoned temple pilot

doggone catatonic dunderhead screw

loose wooden demeanor,
when at some juncture switcheroo

inside this body dielectric fleshy hue

man, whereby he dozed off

until...four after midnight, (or thereabouts)

invariably entranced by practitioner of voodoo
hok kood also tame a shrew

wild horses couldn't drag me out of bed

(been there... done that) even a slew

of feral ponies quasi native -
all muscle and sinew
to Chincoteague, and/
or Assateague Islands,

thus resigned myself maximizing energy
particularly after using water loo

when hunger pains drove acute

ability with absolute zero effort
yes believe me you
such hyperawareness came to rescue

writer's block - whew!