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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you dear reader dare expend 
energy and time perusing 
meandering gibberish. 

One mortal wedded male 
pledged his troth and married gold,
thus Marigold (abbreviation of her name) 
my monied imaginary paramour, 
I willingly tasted sweetened deal
until milk of human kindness went sour,
whereat said benefactor
no longer ponied up funds
and didst reckon 
eyes that espy wads of moolah.

She naysayed bequeathing 
unlimited largesse, 
and claimed over generous
financial beneficence 
spurred misplaced 
horse sense to go amiss
not thee holy grail 
viz billeted, fortified, 
lulled, and touted panacea 

steeped with ushering bliss
delivering monetary salvation 
analogous envisioning mirage 
to an ephemeral lost horizon,
which illusory utopia 
foolhardy to chase after 
fostering long globe trotting criss
crossing all four square corners 
across the oblate spheroid

in search of said golden manna, 
experiencing das boot 
jilted jack of alt raids
copacetic, fetishistic, 
idiomatic...logogrammatic,
opportunistic, rhapsodic, universalistic...,
nevertheless despite surge 
of clamoring sycophants 
bajillion dollars windfall wordsmith 
wishes himself subsequently 

cursed bing flush 
with ample legal tender
quite ad aware 
regarding the over emphasis 
on material trappings
courtesy the blitzkrieg of 
mass media/ popular culture
and the adumbrated pleasure 
of the leisure class

vis a vis his venerated holiness 
trumpeted, encapsulated, and donned 
conspicuous consumption 
(tba as wasting away greenbacks) 
SPCA adopted pet credo, ethos, 
hot button western civilization polemics,
this hortatory expressed 
by Thorstein Veblen
doth not miss

a figurative beat, 
which American 
not so shabby chic ethic 
brought him as eminence grise -
though tongue in cheek he made Swiss
cheese out of the bulwark 
constituting the capitalistic coda,
which I rarely sermonize, but tis
only this instance to beseech
whomever may anonymously 

intercede on my behalf
to parlay voo any dollar figure -
since this LXIV year old papa
of two fully grown 
darling daughters struggles 
psychologically like the dickens
learning how to take broken wing,
and a prayer
to reinforce analogous fence of defiance,
yours truly uber twittering

one flew over the cuckoo's nest 
birds of a feather stick together
meaning mine other half thee spouse 
similarly tussles and wrestles 
with psychological mailer daemons -
that s and laugh
at owning psychic landscape, 
as similar malevolent depredations
infiltrate my mind – 
ousted through the staff

of pharmaceutical wizards - 
this chap relies on eight 
prescription medications 
to attain quality mental health 
and receives social security disability 
for incursions of anxiety, panic, 
and social schizoid disorders
in years gone by exacerbated 
by unceasing verbal black barbs 
from mine invisible mistress - ha.
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