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Off kilter

Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an outstretched bow
yet the shadow of mine eldest 
of two adult charming progeny,
would be aghast and crow
against her papa posting erotica 
elucidating, jumpstarting, parading
adventures of his sorry excuse for dildo
cuz he (yours truly) 
nearly wrecked marriage

cavorting, gallivanting, lapping 
residual womanly exudations
analogous to volcanic Earthflow 
witnessing (at mere auto suggestion 
of Barenaked ladies bliss, 
albeit short lived), 
how agnst riddled Pepé Le Pew (mine) 
did bulge, expand and  grow
a measly wienerschnitzel
inducing Jolly Green Giant to guffaw
with a hearty ho... ho... ho.

Ever since deux darling daughters 
dearly departed dada 
for distant horizons where
unknown opportunities 
beckon, mine emotional state 
like a sinusoidal wave doth veer
above n below this imaginary 
cerebral Maginot/Mason 
Dixon line me bit size uber Uighur
village people segregated 

to a patch of sterile ground 
invisible fenced in o’er there
essentially the analogy (if vague) 
constitutes a figurative dichotomy 
of selves mind canst share
without psychological 
tectonic shifts that evoke me 
to drift within the continent of Matthew rare
lee ever able, eager n ready to allow, enable 
n provide peace of mind – 

which doth seem queer
yet to the outside observer 
no evident of me 
self experiencing wrenching 
disequilibrium hup pear
while inside this har noggin o mine 
near collisions sans 
microscopic airplanes at mine O’hare
interleaved gray matter reactivate 
an out of control maelstrom 
evidencing as panic attack near

thine thinking plain tarmac expressions 
per empty nest syndrome akin 
to a foal seeking his/her mare
occasioning this papa to take comfort 
in ma man cave lair
cause feeling discombobulated 
would invite lookers on to jeer
helter skelter mental state zigzags 
defying prediction from Kare
11 (Owned by Tegna Inc., 
the station maintains studios 

on Olson Memorial Highway 
in Golden Valley and a transmitter 
at the Telefarm site 
in Shoreview, Minnesota station – 
google if ya hear
doubt firing inside yar own 
wheels, cogs and functioning gear)
though that philosophical strand 
goes off track sans this flair
up of internal distress – 

natural after shocks whence e’er
beguiling, charming, doting, 
entertaining temptations 
(within the fifth dimension) to dare
their nubile bodies to bump up 
against (figuratively) clear
indications of autonomy, 
dichotomy, globally nascent blare
ring femininity, levity,  reproductively…
within the eth air.


Copyright © Matthew Harris

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