Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing,
which virtual thumbing
wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister

a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional frenzied analogous
rapacious seditious tempestuous twister)

Tis hospitality of yar behalf
to league gal lee
tender our lovely daughter
begat in part by meself,

whose punctured psyche doth chaff
at mine severe prepubescent short comings,
which trajectory of teen years,
a downward line on spiro (Agnew) graph

which deprivations well nigh
finds a civil war raging
against one half of ma being
(Oh Henry), a Harris son,

who these days genuinely
tries his Level best
at lighter side of life to laugh
comedy of errors, boot

haunting visions visit Twelfth Night
figuratively brow beat
like an unseen dis staff.
glad that Shana (thee darling daughter

afflicted with cognitive development
entailing homebased intervention) wince
she blossomed into
a beautiful young lady,

now under Dunning aegis (bonanza) since
emotionally stable, and quiet
on western (Bend,
Oregon) front, rinse

sing with yar incredible credit karma,
her existence Quince
sud dental (juiced teething),
living with papa,

would mount to a travesty,
sham, mockery...if superficial
only perp pull reigning “FAKE” Prince
likely to barrel within

outward bound mince
meted MainLiners along here
built “mini mansion” homes
NOT bedecked with chintz

at 724 west railroad avenue
(previous address of this bummer)
anyway, should ill fate befall
like an overstuffed blintz

if this king Lear Rick Hill
wannabe meets fatal doom,
thy "mother abby" would
get panic stricken (rue

wing my loss) if grim reaper
came for das scribe as skew
ward poem attempted to infer, now
circling back to your queue

ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned
poppycock poo poo
merely a hypothetical premise aye drew
if my unexpected demise took place

husbanding half a motley crue
(ideally such unexpected tragedy
ideally tubby quick and painless)
without war ning, via internal bombardier

in tandem with luft waffe.
Sorry for rather somber tone -
but this psychological state
of yo dough less bro

affected by his reading,
autobiography coup (now, no idea titled tract)
d’état of Abraham Lincoln -
the author drew

my rapt attention (american history
strong interest) – whereby
past, present n near fee var few
chore wrenched with both

prized progeny persevering
(as they should) a path to hew
of their own making,
which steps toward emancipation

(worthy proclamation) for gentile or Jew,
these kindred (chromosomal byproducts
from countless chanced
genetic dice throws)

perhaps n uncle or aunt a bit loo
knee, perchance dna housed new
bile queen of the nile,
where (August) Caesar

didst hotly pursue
anyway....yes, lives of
deux darling daughters
un wii ting lee triggered flashback,

when self worth equaled zero
tricked, replayed, and generated
mine horror silent film
to rewind at nadir total fall out,

when anorexia nervosa did stew
underscore ring (four decades plus…) true
value of this moment colliding
with elapsing squandered

youth in rear view
mirror, unseen only
by ma doppelganger,
I now close with whew!