Respite from punishing
     heat wave - yay
which above line,
     could "speak" volumes,
     and be a stand alone poem
     offering readers
     a reprieve nsync
     whence roasting, sultry,

     and torpid unpleasant
     weather since yesterday
boot such brevity,
     would disallow
     me to extemporize,
but more importantly today
this intrepid word
     smith doth "say,"

he would never
     wanna miss trodding,
     the formerly (golden
     in their heyday now sketchy),
     sections of said roadway,
now where digital electronic
    rustily hinged, abandoned,
     and gated haunting quay

a throwback, when
     private manned schooners
     (shaped like a beer stein),
     perhaps headed to Uruguay
could ply outlying
     waters of cyberspace,
     why... just yesterday
when my troubles

     did not seem so far away
versus this present opportunity
     to risk live and limb
(and Kong like wrath
     of my reed ding fans)
     while getting way
     laid "traveling as
     Wilburys soul survivor

     foreign ancient groupie,"
     the dangerous, derelict, and dicey
     dubiously dotting dilapidated,
     dark corners information
     super high way,
thus yours truly
     doth not heed,
     but flaunts like some cray

zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN),
     but rather some gray
beard (grizzled), curmudgeon
     figuratively gnarled, toothless,
     and weatherbeaten lackaday
lay about good for nothing
     mellow flew wuss depraved
('cept mebbe "robbing"

     precious and special time
     of some bachelor
     farmer from Norway)
all the above
     essentially wrote for naught
merely (as diversion) to comment,
     how this September day wrought
ascent o' fought

     (a scent oh aught) tum caught
me wear'n a corduroy
     long sleeve shirt since...aye taut
a "FAKE" hungry

     Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout,
     germane Don apprenticed
     how to become cannibalizing
     (without accountability) fuhrer,

(and lastly rendering enemies  
     into sweet tasting sauerkraut),
this while learning das dialect
     (tickle) Matt speak,

(which took me a lifetime),
     this preceding the
     quirky invention of the umlaut!