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Spiritedly Distilling Social Graces

Spiritedly Distilling Social Graces

Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,

wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

on par with grateful
dead), zero excite
ment minimally functioned,
cuz high felt spite

fully lost (in the forest)
rooted with shaky tree mens,
(viz dose zen sips
quaffed by same drink

Rip Van Winkle drank)
to evade adolescent phase highlight
ten en bold den lack
luster vim, though erudite

bereft excel lent outlook
in access hubble, sans vehemently
opposed to living
social at the height

of teenage torturous travails up
to present day nearly downright
everyday challenge on par
with metaphorical bullfight,

a mailer daemon
beastie boy foo fist fight,
ting non grata poker faced
aware with hindsight

(born that way
inside me noggin)
darker than midnight
impossible to take flight

against shell fish ogre egging to
take a deadly bite
compromising psychological
terra incognita mental landscape

also likened to
pitched - bat tilled him of thee
republic where searchlight
revealed reviled cat and/or dogfight,

yet actually e'en preceding
boy to man transformation
dire wrecked bombsight,
(noah doubt psycho

social and physical height)
when adolescent basic instinct of mine
lacked sixth sense reading
expressed facial features of people

lacking instinctive searchlight,
aye absent keen insight
by this self dubbed emotional Anchorite
ill equipped mein ways disallowing

me every twelfth night
to differentiate discern,
and divine subtle
nonverbal, yet critical cues,

which figuratively wheel
lee "spoke" volumes
oft times more might
tee than words uttered

by sword shaped tongue
pronouncing syllables light
immediately wrought seize yore,
(analogous to stony glare

emanating from an invisible Gorgon)
or harshly, yet mine skintight
suppressed oral communication
if exercised probably fended

coulda more satisfactorily
quickly, and obviously
thwarted doggone socially quite
scared state, inducing preflight

adrenaline kick
starter activation, rushing
within myself, a sorry sight
for sore eyes,
which found yours truly
to became immediately
flush with utter embarrassment.

 

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