Member Poem

the following electronically stitched together some few years ago.

thyself, spouse at eldest daughter (who nears the end of her matriculation at University of Pennsyslvania) lived at another locate, which site immensely jackknifed marital relation duet to intolerance sharing sleeping quarters with mice and roaches. lions, tigers and would (honestly) be welcomed much more enthusiastically.

please keep the following divulgence within the steel, or iron made vault of your psyche for tis a woeful dilemma that spurs waxing poetic and prosaic to thee, a gal whose friendship this schlemiel would value more than fine spun gold!

tis thee marriage with abby
   (not amy - as you mistakenly typed) 
   that affects me n my girls with a chronic ache
discordant rancorous dissonance impinges
   upon my being as if...the inner complex edifice
   of bone, muscle and sinew, would clam up and break
into countless bits, none no bigger than a snow flake.

a most dismal rapport
or
lack thereof, finds eden railing at the birth mother more
than foreseen since we moved here, where absence
   from oppression viz sisters in law no long gore
rant n rage against us to "leave",
   obviously gross dislike of me somewhat at the core
well..they always ranked as icy cold and an utter boar.

countless emotional eruptions - the latest episode
occurred earlier this late afternoon,
   whence snarling the voice the mode
and/or early evening found

   vicious exchanges, which showed
via red hot poker rage (from thine eldest laments),
   while "mother" sat like a toad
stool, and most like heard anguished
   cries n sorrows of grief as eden zeroed

in on the objection how this grown child -
   for zee wife overly dependent
while unintentionally mine ears
   heard an exchange of scathing comments

   by me - a generally quiet natured gent
who feels suitability of myself
   and mother of me precious progeny totally spent
thus, this papa while situated outback,

   listening to such maturity from thine eldest
   (merely seeks maternal nurture -
   rarely felt motherly love), hence writes 4 yourself

   as a corporeal woman less prone 2 vent
expletives at me - accepting
   where that initial bad romance went.

...matthew understands YOUR LIFE BOGGED DOWN
   plus, you may be somewhat unsure my aim
well...an opportunity came

vis a vis - yourself - deva ossig - a lithesome frame
who - though may lack passion toward me - i feel a bit lame
to communicate creating a bon d

   (yes, i yam frank) + earnest ma middle name
okay, and to be plain
take me and don the maternal rein
for the sake of my girls,
   no matter u might consider this gibberish jumble
   an attempt to convey lack of shame!