Okay What Fiend Stole Thy Body Electric

OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand 
whipped out from whereabouts unknown 

wove enchanting spell atop me shades 
at more'n fifty gray hair
to fore, awakened from drunken stupor, 
whence sober self 
saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned, 
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled 
various aspects of myself a paired 

which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear
a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare
from the waist to head showed unmanly 
sagging overly engorged breasts 
plus right and left elephant sized ear 
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME, 

yet upon performing self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued, 
cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique 
grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made for television series created, 
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night, 
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked, 
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared 

to accept, roistering, rollicking, 
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able, 
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness, 
gruesome homeliness, instance 
Page Number Two:

when no objection would arise 

to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly, 
gummy self activated door 
leading to a privet hedge row trimmed 
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin, 
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth with **** face on that card!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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