324 Level Road

addendum to title: Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426

Exposure therapy to confront reality 
that home of boyhood, adolescence, and 
when I outstretched the Scottish tartan 
Harris Tweed welcome Matt frustrated parents 
vitriol unleashed tough-love, 
smacked regularly quasi planned
threatened ultimatums venomous witches 
brewing, cackling and yawping against my brand
of falling out of their good graces, 
though hatching escape merely fanned
actions to hightail to bedroom, a secure space,
not exceptionally grand
yet despite the rapacious and relentless rage 
against the sole son, who hand
did lee manage to incite the wrath 
of me papa and late mama, this parcel of land
namely 324 level road, Collegeville, 
Penna, 19426 found yours truly to withstand 
invisible onslaught of slingshot black moor rush barbs, 
cuz of fear to rely on self,
which like a piano solo endeavor did demand
belief, confidence and faith in innate survival skills, 
hence countless admonitions recurred 
from those who begat their only male heir,
provoking predictable panned
da moan he hum in tandem
with concomitant wickedness akin to eland
caught in cross hairs getting pistol-whipped
with many barking explicit derogatory gerund
expletives did not
dislodge this immobile body electric
defying logic, now in retrospect
clueless why I suffered to withstand
incessant verbal, venal,
and n’er vampire weakened blows
inexplicable, how this soulful, ruminating,
and tortured walking wounded blithely
weathered turpitude  
though devoid of sense and sensibility,
how no man iz an island
at times incontinent,
where jocund this bard for’er opened
Pandora’s box, but hindsight softened
cleft pride and prejudice
whereat bulldozed site of once
grand “Glen Elm” tears me up inside
fading memories refreshed,
via priceless gift from beloved younger sister
unwittingly mitigated hammer blows of pain
to confront the void, 
whence away from obliterated
complex edifice grief felt damned!