from inside our climate
controlled sixty sixty degree fahrenheit
one bedroom apartment
while outside the temperature
brutally cold evening
this February seventh
two thousand and twenty six
singing the praises
compliments to the chef
of delicious chow down
regarding being a glutton
for punishment hours before
big super puppy bowl supper,
whereby the missus
whipped up mashed potatoes,
(albeit boxed instant flakes
adequately liquified
courtesy coconut water),

laced with garlic
and cluck cluck broth

and topped with tahini source,
then finding myself
waking up within
no country for old men
disquieted, disoriented,
disheveled, and discombobulated
after taking a siesta
to digest supper
waking up dazed and confused
(analogous to a lead zeppelin,
which blimp stays in the air by, 
being filled with a 
lighter-than-air gas, typically helium
which provides buoyancy, 
while internal air bags (ballonets) 
adjust pressure and shape 
to control altitude 
and maintain stability, 
similar to a submarine's 
ballast tanks, which engines 
provide thrust, and fins steer it, 
but the primary lift 
comes from the helium 
displacing heavier air, 
allowing it to "float"
after the helium got let out),
and awakening from zzz land
mistaking nineteen hundred
hours post meridiem

for the morrow.

After sipping from a cup
of high test coffee 
(the spouse claimed 
strong enough to peal 
paint off the walls – 
actually found me yawning) 
that helped kick/jump start 
writing this poem,
(similar to any other literary endeavor
I strive to accomplish
on a daily basis) hopefully
a warm welcome
will become evident
after my countless diehard fans
read these words
that flow across the virtual universe,
(albeit the webbed
wide world of cyberspace),
where all creatures great and small
plus wise and wonderful
(at least within the mindset
of us superior, yet non
(arrogant, egotistical, haughty, 
egocentric, et cetera - ha)
humans in general
and this one in particular),
who just learned
how to walk erect this morning
will (potential bribe offered)
comment favorably
versus inveighing
against my meandering
stream of consciousness
imponderable weltanschauung,
but just imagine
how yours truly (me)
must feel being condemned
to live out good and plenty
hard days night
eight days a week
with relentless assault
of hobgoblins flitting
hither and yon,
to and fro
within the sixty
plus shades of gray

subjected to the vagaries 
and playful whims 
courtesy the fickle finger 
of an indiscriminate fate 
doling out unexpected 
series of unfortunate events, 
(whereby Lemony Snicket 
would envy) the unpleasant experiences 
of mein kampf linkedin 
to in utero biochemical processes 
that bequeathed congenital afflictions 
upon mine psyche, 
(that supposedly tabula rosa – 
blank slate already scrawled 
with lurid graffiti), 
which seeds of life 
and white lily 
witnessed days of my life 
as the world turned 
on all children 
(except those lucky enough 
to be reared by progressive parents, 
(who homeschooled them) 
to earn their academic kudos 
(and then some additional chops) 
and become well adjusted 
older citizen bankers
moseying along 
their merry way 
until bitta bing 
bitta bang a scallywag 
ever so persuasively 
sweet talks his 
(the vast majority 
of unsavory characters 
happened to be men, 
with the occasional 
token woman spluttering 
her lovey dovey honey dew spiel 
entrancing enough 
to charm a snake), 
and said meritorious model 
young person taken unawares 
clothes to the cleaners, 
or to borrow another cliché 
getting fleeced 
by a rammy peddler of pablum 
with an intent 
to pull figurative wool 
over eyes of unsuspecting victim, 
but I knew deep down 
that these charlatans 
ought NOT be given 
the time of day, 
but that supposedly 
sixth sense thwarted 
believing and seeing dollar signs 
in these myopic eyes 
despite the presence 
of flashing red warning lights 
and deafening sirens 
warning danger field doth lurk 
while trucking along 
the information superhighway 
and severely chiding myself ex post facto.