Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...

(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen

dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought

poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean

to expound upon nagging, yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,

no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean

older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen

with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay

no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray

thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,

hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney

finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today

meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay

at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!