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Oct 2018
Saint Mary's Church -
3916 Locust Walk; City)
(Circa mid nineteen nineteen eighties
after the common lee
washed out tide dull era - CODA).

Naughty bits and pieces asper
     an uneventful memory came back
in a flash prompted by a pop up,
     (no...NOT the male *****),
     which noisily did clack
in my mind, and (methought
     hmm...a bit early in the season...
     mebbe Santa and his reindeer

     made a preseason debut),
     just this morn'n
     (a boot two plus months
     from today October 20th, 2018)
tubby more exact,
but most likely giving me flack
that cerebral din...,
     which would not abate?

just rusty cogs and cranky
     gears nar fail'n to generate
causing a screeching grate
analogous to soundgarden filled
     with 10,000 maniacs
     hood did gyrate
ting amidst flickr ring erratic
     my third eye blind

     began to habituate
where illumination, sans
     remembrance became clearer
apparently beckoning with
     wings at the speed of sound,
     sorely crying out
     particularly in sore need
     for me to partially hydrogenate

and/or elbow grease to lubricate
amp pull juice so I could intimate
more specifically, a flop
     and embarrassing date
all but forgot till this very moment,
     though nothing to equate
the heron now bird den sum present,
     to become linkedin with ill fate

that Sunday evening approximately,
     the half life of
     carbon based organic
     NON GMO matter  -
     Matthew Scott Harris
an awkwardly forced attempt
     to foster acquaintanceship,
     where gall didst grate

courtesy sans call of the wild,
     which brazenness,
     and faux brawniness
     then, I now hate
and perhaps abysmal outcome
     deserved of this then ingrate
okay, I pride myself
     to take an interpersonal dare

shot thru with anxiety to broker
     a conversation with an attractive gal
aesthetically pleasing with
     medium length sandy colored hair
and upon asking, she told me
     her name tubby Janet Houck
accompanied yours truly
     back to his dorm room

     where we did nothing but talk
(and learned her home
     town matched my own)
suddenly feeling gun shy,
     shrinking into an occupied
     emotionally fortified wall -
     hermetically sealed
     with top brand caulk

     and then...? I did balk
where former emboldened gutsiness
     drained away from me,
cuz intimate liaison
     golden opportunity
     slipped away awk
word lee upended by
     my pullulating nervous jabbering.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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