Matthew Scott Harris

Welcome to my Psyche! ™

i blog alone
while this poe whit carries a wish bone
but, tis just me and my future self as a crone
that amble along the boulevard,

while over head buzzes a sir valence drone
blares out an air/ear splitting command
from a *euphone
shift shaping mega fone
which induces my quietude to groan
and find an escape to hone
salvation espied by mirage sans a balmy *isotone
echoing refrains from joan
e mitchell, a great dame dane

panhandling for ample *krone
so she not forced to borrow money from a loan
where her former renown a distant memory, she doth moan
as if attacked by a shark,

who resembles jimmy neutron
alias matthew scott harris, who as oon
firebrand nonestablishmentarian prone
to stake out a *quone
while sheepishly at bay astride to the rite,

a beast of burden wearing

horn rimmed glasses tinted roan
cuz the blinding light shone
from azure vault - a shadowy over tone
which in truth happens to be the twilight zone!
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an indomitable fierce some virtual
yahoo of a mughal whose seminal fusion:

HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS - (poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).

How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time!

Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune!

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