falafels.

i don't care about hurricane kyle.
i don't care about torrential rains.
i don't care about heinous wet animal smells.
i care about eating falafels.
f* this opening day deluge delirium.
downpouring doo-doo from the skies,
dampening my sweater vest, but NOT my spirits.....
fairs are dope, ya'll.
real dope.

how many of us are there?
the really real ninjas, i mean.
a rare breed, indeed, are those who continually choose the wrench.
the (much) harder way is definitely the path we're barreling down.
weird how that doesn't ever seem like a bad enough idea NOT to persue.
it's as if life isn't actually happening if it isn't living up to it's own hype...
those of us warrior poets,
the real-life documentarians,
the move-makers and rump shakers,
feel such similar compulsions.
we almost have no choice save to go beyond barbarian battle,
into total thunder-bringing berserker batsh!t bananas-type living.
experiencing every day as suprasensory supersaturation,
as opposed to the waterbabies and sap-suckers supersoaked in everyday experiences.
every day as anything but everyday.
that's word.
i'm hoping that i interact with the world around me like a carpet bombing.
NOT a sodapantsed living room set flea bombing.
everywhere i go, everything i touch,
set ablaze with the thermometer-poppin' high heat of my hot fire.
too much is aways the  just right amount of life.
louder than 10 and that....
what i'm sayin',
you have got to decide to create your own extraordinariness.
even if it's just going to get some bread, or a short bike ride,
or whatever.
otherwise,
you get to endure limitless extra amounts of ordinariness.
f* that weak sauce, ya'll.....
y'know, in great britain,
a wrench is alternately known as a spanner.
makes sense,
since that is exactly how any world-worthy battle bard is already livin'.
spanning time.
no longer just living,
but living hard.
i am grateful for the move makers in my life.
seriously,
time-spanners.
we span time.
all the way to eleven....

Folk Life makes sense.
at the Fairgrounds, it makes scents.
hard.
never quiet, never soft...