Crestfallen Dada Expresses Foibles Poem by Matthew Harris

Blow'n in the wind,
a desiccated weed
letdown self, when negligible
effort made to succeed

within a gamut of enterprises
back in time before
days didst speed
since...well before

quite belated nuanced nonverbal
communication language
learned to read.
* * * ***
Prior to cessation
of bon vivant
esprit de corps
joie de vivre,
when me body, mind, and
spirit triage evinced unity
oh...backtrack
upon mine chronology

the juncture advancing
at stage of prepuberty
self doubted worth,
and down played
inherent intelligent ability
most occasions found
me mum, which muteness
conveniently interpreted as civility

fissures within psyche
evincing apathy
toward my mental, physical,
and spiritual disharmony
fountain of mine life resource
to maximize extruding
l'chaim within
me (hull lad in)

pointed tankard needle at empty
abnegation to cease
corporeal existence fraught
with resignation and futility
nihilism succumbed to
no bliss oh blahs nadir,
whereat despondent gravity
exterminated, rooted

and stamped out
any shred to be happy
robbed precious years,
and held hollowed
didst seize sinned shell
for ransom indemnity
extinguished any hint of jocularity
squelched aid against

spontaneous boyish kooky
happy go lucky
self - conceded defeat
(with little ambition
to confront adversity)
abandoning dynamic hard drive,
hence ambivalently lacked elan
analogous to dogged

spunk, hence indifferent,
when fur vent see went mangy
strove to starve
to death asper a "ninny"
passive role to evade opportunity
to live free and die!