BROKEN GLASSES - this scribe recasts quiet simmering rot - if only to make a spectacle of myself.

The sun dappled patio irresistibly beckoned
pillowed pad to bedeck the cement Square
sized couch cushions leapt into my field of
view as a posse able a gent Provocateurs
silently conspiring as if from the azure
heavenly vault sent. 

Thus busying mine hands to create
a simple bed to cradle this loner and meant
Temporary escape from the cares
and concerns of an uncertain world rent
Asunder by craven, frenzied, intractable,
lamentable, offal, rogues hell bent
On up-ending peaceful co-existence
across the terrestrial plane where decent
Folks (including this writer) live
to enjoy the simple pleasures donned with raiment
Acquired thru thrift-stores or yard sales
for an affordable dollar, quarter or cent
Thus couture comprises my wardrobe
since personal preference to expand content
Of body, mind, and spirit triage in tandem
with drinking warmth of solar rays event
Like manna to this Homo Sapiens,
who when basking ponders where time went
And on this picture perfect summer day
pastoral symphony of nature lent
Removed bifocals to let photons
of el sol this archetype of Clark Kent
Unaware that spouse surreptitiously
snuck up perhaps to steal a kiss or other pent
Up animalistic call of the wild,
which elements of her style anathema to a convent
Where such nun sense would be abominable,
but secular mores fervent, Especially
when weather fires imagination
as witnessed by this 50+year spent
Mortal male oblivious to presence of wife
until she planted he buttocks and bent
My bifocals camouflaged by matted materiel
of a fold-up metal chair which accent
Of Gluteus Maximus crushed side of
frame wear bye sole pair of spectacles dent
Dislodging right side lens thus to see
in sharp focus cheeky fate did prevent!