(this written about a baker's half-dozen years ago)
this then stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister...
since maintaining a diet
of exercise heeding "yo dude"
(you look like a lady)
the inner fitness maven against
healthy progeny regaled being alive
analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five
on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive
our second of two lasses conceived
sometimes within a blink
the exact moment auguring conception
difficult to identify or pinpoint...
Unbeknownst to me, an unpleasant surprise awaited me that fateful October morning.
Perhaps reverberations emanated from grinding wheels...
twas an incremental subtle expansion of waist
most likely aside effects of one
or all prescription medication
to stave off severe...
Heartstrings plucked tender swansong
upon hearing the plaintive wail of me
whose whispery voice barely audible
Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
I celebrated my eighty-first birthday this past January thirteenth.
Just nineteen more journeys for the big bright wheel in the sky to turn...
so much of my precious existence
found me rooted in mouth ajar
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect...
seminal squirt didst sanctify
an anonymous boulder
when mercury dipped below
hashtag mark registering colder
Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable...
Just for kicks (this Quicken starter re: Reuter Tumblr, and Uber Verizon worker) bored out my friggin mind, I stuck out my right thumb.
Western civilization commercialization,
methodologies adrip with deification,
Even now, Pigeons stool surprised
while ensconced in dovecote
whose twittering translated as coo coo not bright
asper Icarus aiming...
alt tear knitted title –
how I spent thee better part of January 4th 2018
hey yo' Donald, one suggestion
to make America great again...