Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

revisiting memory lance before ye succumbed to the grim reaper when a tug within my heart plucked the strings of sorrow for some time.

Though written about six years ago

about six months
before me daddy passed away
I scrolled thru electronic roster of poems
to recaptcha the state of my psyche
and how large his presence played
before approximately half a dozen orbits
did flit by, where his absence

already a fading memory
though grief lingered
and much to be relief
did not become perpetual.

Papa... bless his
(your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
admiring your ability to see
over the Verizon

videre licet his avocational
crafted poem, since

written words, mine metier

write most pained words

with great difficulty, I

hesitantly, nonchalantly yet urgently call...
deep within bosom of master scribe

despite helpless tendency to bawl

inconsolably, cuz... sob...

honestly dad, I blink back unexpected tears
instinctually sensing regarding...

your final curtain call,

methinks (rather strongly intimates),

with unintended gall
intuit, the final encore

starring Boyce Brandon Harris
staged by nemesis i.e.

grim reaper well... since

April 9th, 1929 feted birth

celebrated amidst hall

of mountain kings actually

Aaron plus forefathers -

the latter disembodied,
ghosts of patriarchal,
Judaic and genealogical

lineage since.... beginning of reckoned time

attired courtly getup couture,

appropriate for respective eras

whereby orthodox (just a hunch

acquired after visiting Notre Dame)

donned concomitant Jewish prayer shawl

trumpeted rock solid faith shofar

as I prevaricate, thus elaborate

the above illusory scenario concocted,

when gauzy troopers paid religious thrall

to holy fathers espoused
cultural preservation embedding droll

commentaries regaling glorified past

as well unbeknownst future naturally

predicting their humble people's

accomplishments modestly did extol

such who ha (think hands splayed

shoulder length apart palms upward),

yes... of course millenniums after

till celebrating prurience

bajillion years after purported

church lady playfully
chided Adam and Eve Fall.

Now fast forward
approximately six months prior all

across wide world yet tubby
webbed oblate spheroid ball

infamous October stock market crash

yea, tis hard to imagine

thee as newborn learning to crawl

cuz now ye closely

approach River of Styx shoal

as thee life source

satisfactorily completed four and

score one year plus orbitz round the sun

with nary a trace of, New Yawk drawl,

tis mine grievance waged
against divine creator

allocating merely blink of eye

tenure upon terra firma

aware since birth, née since conception

so little consciousness
allotted to each mortal

though phenomenal laudatory
encompassing long haul

characterizing life of smart Brooklyn boy

manifold quantum (virtually
augmented physical) leaps surpassing
mine fumfering, dilly
dallying, and ambling

forays linkedin to my
psychological behavioral sink
linked into proto Neanderthal

descendent, who admirably succeeded

driving his (mine)
mother and father up the wall.