road warrior poet. (NOT kerouac.)

i spent the day driving and listening to the black keys and weezer.
after hours and hours (and hours) in the car,
i hit up susty's radical vegan eats and tuned up some seitan sandwiches.
yum4tum, ninjas.

letting go of thoselittle lovely ladies is too rough on my constitution, ya'll.
i get sick with it.
and my car doesn't have a full dose of freon, so the a/c was a no go.
SO hot.
'til you sweatin'. as we said across the pond in england....
this visit was as elite as ever,
and i've got boxes and boxes of berserker playmobil barbarians to prove it....

let me tell you about accident rubberneckers, kids;
what are they thinkin'?
i mean, yeah, they might see somethin' horrifying,
but,
they could also just drive along and get on with living their lives too.
vicarious vantages of violence and veracious vehicular viciousness?
no thanks.
their quick look at mortality somehow adds half an hour to my trip.
speed on by, f*-tards.
and don't forget:
every one of us is gonna die some day.
i'd rather take the twenty minutes i spend in traffic,
just so some a-holes can look at some other a-holes who are less automotively fortunate,
and do almost ANYthing else.
all for a glimpse into the inevitable
(although the inevitable is usually less mangled, metallic, and broken-glassed)
i really like the saying, when referring to someone presently deceased,
that they have 'passed'.
not passed away, or passed on, or whatever.
just passed,
like they did well on a test.
like they have earned a respite after putting in some time on a really hard exam.
A+, at life, even.
or maybe i am really into it because it is a homonym for past,
which means history and beyond.
the past, and going past.....
both at once,
thought and memory.
study tools, for that secret universal s.a.t.
i'm takin' time to appreciate what's happenin'.
and i have a few minutes to breathe, too.
and no pants on, either.
i'm down to hang out, my ninjas.
so to speak.


night light.
i've got logs stacked into a tower,
waiting for the inferno to bring the hot heat,
and the warm glow,
to the cool and the dark.
my duders are comin' up,
and even more other duders are joining in for a big fun last hurrah for the summer.
a second bread & puppet trip.
glover, vt.
google map that sh!t, and join us, yo.


never quiet, never soft.....