A Benevolent Deity Eminent Gratuity

Altruistic August aery angelic alms

applied astounding

abracadabra affect as Brahms

I liken to a lite lullaby,
 

and aye acknowledge calms

financial short comings

ace action activated across avast

time/space continuum concerning
 

rental assistance applied

(for Abby and Matthew)

my Geiger Counter recorded

as significant beneficent blast
 

and such lucky largesse compels me

(the mister) en compassed

with a sudden lightness of being

and completely, pleasantly, shell shocked
 

(figuratively), thence imagining "ding"

dong, asper the reality analogous

to me noggin temporarily transformed,

transfixed, transferred,
 

soundless pinball sized clouds

delivered sensational fling

when informed by Jacklyn Geiger

(perhaps related to Johannes

 
     Wilhelm Geiger (1882-1945)

     invented -in part or wholly - the Geiger counter),

but no matter this irrelevant tidbit 

     of inquisitive genealogy
 

the main purport per this poem

     predicated on pronounced provisions

providing us (the occupants 

     of B44 at Highland Manor Apartments,

 
     Schwenksville, Pennsylvania 19473) 

with a whopping reduction 

     to the very pleasant tune:

one hundred and seventy dollars a month
 

     effective circa April first

     two thousand and eighteen,
 
and if alive during World War II,

would (since lineage
 

     significantly weighted with Semitism)

     envisions his life cut short, 

     via burnt offerings re: crematorium,
 
     or vaporized victims upon a funeral pyre
 

     and most likely Holocaust genocide
  
can Noah way be rectified, 

     such a grievous tragedy
 
to express gratitude
 

     via literary modus operandi 

     rather than see king 

     a ghost writer to hire

and hoop fully DO NOT 
 

     cause synapses to snap

(crackle or pop induce explosion 

     within gray matter)

     or thinking nonpercussive cap
 

     (albeit best to Don a nonflammable brand) 

     so as not to cause accidental conflagration

and hmm...and maybe... 

     this skeptic can commune
 

      with long fostered nada greatful dead 

     spirits hood suffered at least

     one very restless night, a Jew (in name only) 

     experienced a lucky strike,
 

which subsequently 

     roused this contemplative chap -
 
- and pap

per Razz Zee to broadcast and commercialize
  

     (albeit electronically) utmost appreciation

and additionally to pay forward 

     by pursuing as compensation my platelets on tap

for handsome allotment intent to donate blood, 

     a much needed needling conscience life restoring agent.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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