Heavy duty seismic coughing wracks my whole body electric leveling all bonafide structures versus a shallow shudder much like an earthquake measured on a Richter Scale, where the former tectonic force shatters my body electric formerly known as mine solidly built structure tearing down to smithereens the once entire complex edifice known as Matthew Scott Harris, whereas the latter temblor merely rattles and hums said lovely bones.

Scott Harris with a serious,
(albeit invisible) wham
(bam thank you ma'am)

with the equivalent force
of a speeding tram

thus setting in motion a frightful qualm
forcing me to an experience on par
with being a soldier of misfortune in nam

(reliving the horror courtesy fierce battle -
post traumatic stress disorder)

although never in war,
I got a lifetime of battle scars

Lovely bright leafs swirl,                                                                  
farmers rub their hands with glee,                                  
dark grey skies, warm fires

f

with a spooky delirious sensation
finding yours truly feeling aghast
envisioning night of the living dead