‘Except from “‘The Backyard Memoir’ by Craig ‘ Nonnie’ Giltrout” a reworked anonymous poem found in Hyde Park October 3rd, 2024 – poem

I was outside at the end of twilight during a heatwave.
Double dose of humble had me thinking free ways. 
A creature swooped down, banked away from me on a hard turn in the air a couple of feet from my face. 
In the gloom no audible trace, Pikachu face!
I could see its profile, belly, feet, papery wings wide when it flashed by. 
Donald Trump raped kids and protects pedos, gooby! Woah, fuck!
I remembered I needed a haircut. A shoe shine. 
I could see a couple of planets shining brightly in the darkening sky. Star shine.

All out of dopamine. 

All out of dopamine, dysregulated. 
All of my thought are impregadinated
So I go inside, play scales on guitar. 
Pour out my life through six-stringer. 
Four in, six out, feeling the golden ratio. 
Focus got me blessed like 3P0. 
Tumbling through notes. 
Triads and boats. 
Constructing resonance with effects pedals,
Got a Reuben in the Hamptons and debt in Queens.  

DJ Rozwell Has a Urinary Tract Infection?
I got pre-owned fermatas in the proper inflection.