Scent of flowers,
in urban flourish,
green garden frame,
rustic oddball inset,
tickles noses now,
fragrant smell hoist,
amid the hue tint,
immune to traffic,
yet sonic cadre,
to tilting roses,
crushed stone plot,
when train or tram,
bus, taxi, bicycle,
whizz past idyllic, 
scenery and sound,
mild distraction fraught,
but not saught after,
as of yet perhaps,
a first light signage,
has its scheme,
that plot on schedule.

Light kissed the buds of mallow
   And w

date of conception:? ~ 
Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: 
January xiii, mcmlix.

“I could do with some  muscle tone, bicep build gymnastics.

The bones are rattling ….  Am I starting to miss my former celebrity?

(mostly a poetic fiction -
within a real household
where yours truly reared
with good and plenty opportunities

to be a kid videlicet reared
within an environment

Oh stou

Oh stou

analogous to a cubist 
poetic chop suey rendition
without sense and sensibility
in sync with pride and prejudice
tossed out the figurative window,
and juxtaposing indiscriminately,
one after another non-sequitur
willy nilly slap door dash
alternately titled randomly 
courtesy aitch tee tee pee esse://
onlinetools.com/
random/shuffle-lines
cutting and pasting lines together,

(like NY's WNEW, WOR, WPIX),

wannabe just happened