The Poet Speaks

Today December 27 two thousand nineteen Start time: at sixteen minutes after seven o'clock post meridian End time: nine minutes after nine o'clock post meridian. Where the outer limits as Guiding Light regarding twilight zone, vis a vis edge of night i.e. est gracia constituting caterwauling doggone existential plight punctuating past, present and/or predominantly future days of our lives (think kite) scudding, kickstarting, and exhibiting sight for sore (myopic) eyes Doppler Effect zipping, spinning, jet us sinning within time stream spanning infinite height (concerning self and missus, no longer The Young the Restless, plus All My Children, (deux grown darling daughters), as the world turns, 23.5 degrees relative to our orbital plane, nor once upon time, The Bold and the Beautiful delight Philly urbane guy noir once upon time chess your aver ridge generic white knight in rusty armor dimly bright oft times plumbs depth of my psyche quite populated with strained relations within his birth family serving as grist for write ting mill, whether thy nonagenarian father, siblings (an older/younger sister eldest/youngest daughters tight lipped regarding sharing travails I rarely see them, both live out of sight thousands miles distant, eager to take flight as soon as opportunity prevailed, which estranged dynamics among all kith and kin can be to bite yours at double scribble, where sun don't shine, nonetheless might as well craft birthday poems despite any response forthcoming (usually I can cite) zero instances receiving slight if any acknowledgement..., who knows maybe one they might... even express care and concern which genuinely communicated unconditional love could unite invaluable linked bond greater than gravity, or cosmic phenomena that doth excite one modest organic philosophical, quizzical, rat tickle schlemazel ungapatchka riddled scrambling scrivener seeking respite with automotive issues this right handed leftist nonestablishmentarian plagued with general tsuris non neophyte to mental health issues arising where spite and malice gave way to effort tubby polite not impossible mission, catharsis like vite tummy soul expunging, so yours truly can huff ford peace of mind tonight, and subsequent tomorrows, where death be not proud will transport me to another world.