to read replies
(such as yours) ipso facto pronto tonto
predicated on future posting(s) of mine
to give me something
to look forward to
recognized as Pavlovian
(without me drooling nor salivating),
though most commentators
share a cingular
small number of complimentary words
in regard to my storied schmaltz,
but even the most minimal
positive feedback
does figuratively
nudge these fingers
to tap out thoughts
within the noggin
of this self declared bard,
living social near the crossroads
of Second Avenue and Salem Road,
where stands a eerie likeness 
of William Shakespeare
in the buff with a flyleaf 
adorning his sex pistol,
which exemplifies one example
of my penchant to fabricate
when enjoying spinning winning yarns
while high brow of mine
stays knitted together
until a satisfactory poetic prose,
or prosaic poem,
or a similar facsimile thereof
seems to intimate a hint of farcical fiction
(eventually manifesting 
into a free harried styled
swiftly tailored avant-garde
where sometimes the rhyme
just by a fluke of nature
linkedin to reason)
able to communicate
and elicit a positive response,
and better yet
an invitation for brotherhood or sisterhood
to become a manifest destiny,
which would rank
as banana hosanna rama 
manna to an outlier
whose bonafide babbling
begets blistering bupkis
smacks of blasphemy
toward vestal virgins
(In ancient Rome, 
the Vestal Virgins 
highly revered priestesses of Vesta, 
the goddess of the hearth and home
Chosen during childhood 
from elite families 
serving a 30-year term 
with their primary duty 
to maintain Vesta's 
sacred eternal flame, 
which symbolized the safety 
and continuity of the Roman state)
no matter though he happens
to be married
for nearly thirty
earth orbitz around the nearest star),
though nevertheless
his aura, charisma,
dogma, karma, lingua franca,
and persona soulfully bellow
antitotalitarian, anythingarian,
communitarian, equalitarian,
grammarian, infralapsarian
if yours truly
chose a blessedly religious ethos,
but in fact his credo 
aligns Asian atheist ark enemy
of organized religious beliefs
latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian,
proletarian, riparian organism situated -
as an ant fib be yen sexagenarian,
and Unitarian within south-eastern
Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
aspires to long and foster
an everlasting friendship
(even just an
eternal platonic relationship)
that withstands the kool aid
electric acid litmus
tests of time
which objective
seems less likely
than winning the lottery
to board a spaceship

to the outer limits

of the twilight zone

where dark shadows 
like burnt crossbeams 
of a dilapidated domicile
(courtesy lumbering species)
generate an edge of night

linkedin to their massive
buzz-feeding "Lumineer"
gleaming (false) teeth,
actually state of the art
smart implants which exude
an immediate bond (age)
without any trappings
of the trade to enslave,
but contrary to 
seditious vicious rumors
these behemoth foo fighting
beastie boyz to men crave
more than anything else
drawn to whatever else
that ranks as an
honest to dogness adoptious,
capricious, conscientious,
cunctatious, facetious,
fictitious, flirtatious, frumentarius,
furacious happy go lucky species
who know to avoid prolixity
and pompous language – 
unlike someone I know 
like the back of my hand,
not exhibiting cruelty, 
greediness not condoned,
but jest questionably 
avoiding lampooning righteous zeal
with as much exuberance
towards all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
every living thing, et cetera
until you list
all the James Heriot book titles
in order of their publication,
and believe me you,
I read absolute zero of his avocation,
yet discern his compassion
for four legged animals
where this simple mind of mine

similarly ascertains an empathy

for fauna that teach (or taught)
that the unbridled milk
of human kindness,
he being gee being extremely depressed
burdened by the death
of his soul mate 
for fifty three years
since the day they pledged their vow
wells, which heart felt loss
disallowed him to cope
without her presence
courtesy subsequently, 
he took his own life
by an overdose of barbiturates
two weeks after the death
of his wife for 
fifty-three years named Audrey.