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March 10th, 2026 felt like any other Aestival day

despite the fact that April, May
and the first twenty days
of June got skipped
as if space/time continuum
shrunk to the size of
(would you believe)
first mosquito of the season,
(yet don't be fooled,
cause the female Culicidae
known to suck up blood
faster than a black hole sun
could become
a ho... ho... ho... jolly red giant)
alit upon forearm of mine,
but turning up her snub nose
in preference to being
the frito bandito song
"Ay, ay, ay, ay, /
Oh, I am deFrito Bandito. /
I like Fritos corn chips, /

Off the seismograph aftershocks

shook the living daylights
out of me body, mind and spirit
sequestered within figurative boondocks,
where mine adolescent vernal equinox
blocked courtesy anorexia nervosa
thus healthy maturation
shut tight where key (person, i.e. me)
unable to stave off mailer daemons
that busted thru interlocks
housing amorphous psyche
affecting natural metamorphous
blocking, damning,
and hardening interference,
disallowing hormonal secretion
encrustation impossible mission
for locksmith to access
precious contents of lockbox

Oh my Guinness!

A world-famous
brand of dark, Irish dry stout
inflation pushed the price
of a pint above six euros ($7.08),
and found the madding crowd
"absolutely wild" and ready to rout
they got spooked when they saw me

how ghastly I looked,

no idea what this Mötley Crüe...
arch! time machine burnout

re: major malfunction

must be the cause
I strongly suspected