Me, an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
burning, depleting, using... fossil fuels,
thus a global nonrenewable resource(s)
repentant consumer
admitting heavily trod carbon footprint
additionally deeply enmired
within very late adolescence,

hence I shriek
with utter dismay
starkly aware personal hygiene
suffers direct hit
grungy kamikaze pilot
courtesy this groomer
cause I shower once
every fifty second week.

All joking aside,
I recognized (after therapy session
on November twenty third
with Ms. Renee Cardone),
how deeply entrenched,
albeit psychologically,
and emotionally yours truly mired
as grossly immature,
especially where role
of fatherhood concerned.

Hormonal secretion superseded rationality
when call of the wild
pronounced irrepressible urge
to unleash pent up
testosterone laden gunnysack
bursting courtesy the dutiful sentry

courtesy yours truly
experienced heat of the moment
able, eager, ready,
and willingly poised to strike
think totally tubular
warm prickly fleshy appurtenance.

Reflection upon helping beget
"star student" and shayna punim
two darling young
twenty something daughters,
though living social on their own
the former a resident of Oakland, California
the latter calls Bend, Oregon

home sweet home,
whose lives still impacted
when both girls
wantonly, relentlessly, yet mercilessly
buffeted courtesy deplorable
home environment within which,

neither parent gainfully employed
(both hobbled by mental health issues)
additionally progeny unfairly
spent impressionable years
under roof in squalor and filth
at 1148 Greentree Lane,

inviting Montgomery County
children and youth services,
which household (severely cramped quarters)
adrip with clutter
(generations worth of Zison precious heirlooms
substantial number of antiques)
majority relegated to the dumpster.

Thine eldest offspring
long since being master of her domain
continues to cite decade plus years
(perhaps even a ***** dozen)
as source of present psychological woe
at present still in throes of double whammy

woeful loss of paternal grandfather - Zayda
who passed away October seventh
at age ninety one
in quick succession,
she sadly bid adieu beau,
he absconded back to Puerto Rico
(his home/mother country)
without rhyme nor reason.

Impossible mission to decipher kismet
particularly what appeared as promising
relationship betwixt our lovely lass
and boyfriend, whereby
she found herself high and dry,

yet saddled with deux
capricious, garrulous, mischievous,
oblivious, rambunctious, vivacious...
tortoise shell mottled kittens.