Lost missing master car key

 

additional to ordinary travails such as near bankruptcy,   

eviction from glow 

er emitting landlady per expiration of lease
   (June thirtieth two thousand ‘lo 
seventeen, infestation of cockroaches
   (little ones that look kinda cute), poe
tent shul hazards viz malfunction
   of electricity outlets in this kitchen slow
burn the psyche of this bryn mawr,
   pennsylvania renting all the while tip toe
ping thru the tool hips toward dropping
   into abyss of poverty, the latest woe
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whip-sawing mice elf and the minnie mouse…

   cheeses mother fucking fate
constitutes thee master set of automobile keys 
   to drive our 2009 Hyundai Sonata
   went missing of late
which unasked for quandary finds
   both thy missus and her mate
fraught with increased angst evidenced 
   by tension around temple of pate
which headaches rare for me, but genetics    blessed this chap with top rate anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder,    panic attacks…social schizoid state thus complementing my deprivation
   from pounding migraine    akin to psychological battle field tete a tete with ability to function the casualty 
   of mortal kombat “war”    and fast loosing weight do to physiological symptoms
   per nausea, palpitating heart, vertigo    barely contain via a cocktail of medications, 
   which ordinarily ameliorate afore
   mentioned wracking symptoms, 
   that most definitely invite suicide as bait
rather than besieged vis a vis inner
   maelstrom doth create
but death not readily agreeable to me, 
   cuz if escorted by grim reaper….    that would be the first and final date though, Matthew Scott Harris
   remains alive mailer demons 
   viciously claw in an attempt to eviscerate as descent of black crows (whose eyes widen 
   like black eye peas) and gravitate to this wrecked vestige of a
   generic chap, who doth hate above iterated series of unfortunate events    (move over lemony snicket) I tried to illuminate 
aware that artistic pursuits in one form or another 
   could be cathartic, fantastic,       intrinsic…magic, that could
   somehow solve thee crisis, 
   which critical reliance on driving thine car, 
   a present topic de jure source of irritation
   doth drive me to impersonate 
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convincingly insitu, a lunatic madman

   fit to be tied or strapped    in strait jacket and duct taped mouth,
   whereby arms and legs rapt
with attentive experimental scientists
   intently observing    viciously jagged oscillations
   of sinusoidal curves mapped
omnipotent bound by super strong
   steel magnolia derived wires 
   fixed to mine numb skull held –
with chrome dome capped
upon mine head whereby electrodes
   send shock waves so 
   for the present and immediate future,
   I can be a zombie and adapt.
    

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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