While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy

Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...

Analogous to my boyhood
cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
of mine years found me

deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour substitute
of my imagination
remaining safe within the causeway

of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque
unblemished near utopian day,
where trumped up "FAKE" danger
stoked courtesy of

anticipatory anxiety didst essay
when pinhead size
pores faux stressed
every epidermal square inch

populating skin oozing perspiration
along I-59 pro Roman
lix spittle sweaty freeway
precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons

unavoidably pitching me
into an inescapable fray
unlike late twenty somethings
(Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan,

whose cruel fate
at the hands of Isis militants
published online by Irish Times),
evinced carpe diem

existential Great Gatsby
live life to the fullest
created an extraordinary journey
(now forever immortalized as

daring adventurist trekkers)
with ample horseplay
deliberately, egregiously, fanatically
and wantonly killed,

when purely exalting in zest
promulgated by indomitable spirit
found me choked up,
a baby boomer i.e. west

tern civilized married bloke,
who opted to die vest
away from blatant uncertainty
never daring to experience unrest
outside a severely circumscribed perimeter,
exempt from a life
and death litmus test,
where very little harm extant,

when taking repast or rest
only ushering, venturing,
and taking, sans
quotidian cerebral quest

ensconced within four walls
without nary a pest
except...pet peeves of mine
within psyche built a nest,

nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast
whose predatory cannibalistic feast
comprises thine psychological state greased
with until mortality expires,
asper being temporarily lend leased.