Fierce Fictional Fraternal Fallout

That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,

when travel journal got thrust adjacent

to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes

while I knew with crossed eyes

aroused anger from peaceful doze

my younger sister felt about her

globe trotting exploits, an over expose

jour ever since voyaging out on her own

after graduating top of her class

where mine hatred glows

indirectly snidely sneering

at ma dough less brother hoboes


(a 1979 Methacton High School alumni),

unanimously chosen valedictorian

dressed in Calvin Klein

Harris tweed, couture


and silk panty hose

like me prolonging, promoting

on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows

artful disciplinarian gingerly launching


Cider House rules,

asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes

and pronouncing, predilection

exhaling natural highs no lows

traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys,

or just mows

zing nonchalantly

(though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color


easily camouflaging as civilian

all points on the compass,

where minute needle doth nose

upon returning home (being honorably feted


at once glorious estate of Glen Elm,

where she did propose

to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location

situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville,

Pennsylvania 19426),

thence a great huzzah a rose

an immediate nauseousness welled

within from me head tummy smelly toes


I did not want to here, or see any details,

which would accentuate personal woes

popping, snapping, and smarting,

and slapping skin raw tib bits,


ache'n to yanked strings

of mama's heirloom yo-yos!

Poet Script:

trials and tribulations,

visited upon head of young


concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy

kid sister enterprising ingenue,

christened easy on the tongue

Sharodd (not her real name),

to top off talents sung

like a professional opera singer, which rung

a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle

heard all the way to Lake Woebegone


where bachelor farmers did mingle

every Christmas, a decreasing

number donned Kris Kringle

hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats

hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!