A Bissel Mashugga

this alteh kocker nostalgically reflects
being ma late mama's boytchik
(now, she long since deceased,
whose cremated remains of day

scattered to all points on compass)
fondly referencing
both sisters as dabchick
incongruously sprinkled her Brooklyn brogue,
especially when angry, she quickly segued

from mild expletive fiddlestick
the latter playfully aired,
when kibitzing wit bubeleh
reminiscing being dirt poor,

nonetheless zee mother
every now an again homesick
regaling the whole mishpokhe
(meaning us brood of kids)

interrupting herself
with frequent non sequiturs
discombobulated anecdotes switching subjects
as if external forcefield

jimmying a joystick
interleaving disparate threads with subsequent
tangential linkedin snippets
with feigned lovesick

chatting 'bout cockamamie
"Grandpa Moishe"
and his chaim yankel posse
(to escape hen pecking nudnik
"grandma Rebecca"),
a trenchant termagent bubba,

not averse to incorporate dreck
in the same sentence with zayda
ostracized him
scoring figurative placekick,

whence upon his schlepping back home
met with "silent treatment" dampening rollick
king atmosphere choking tearfully
"mother" recounted

farblunget anger thick
lee palpable extremely discomfiting,
particularly when ("mom's")
girlhood friends bore witness aye gavalt,

where penury churned moribund thoughts
viz empty cupboards
devoid of bare necessities
a figurative apropos yardstick.