three day weekend

oh man.
i almost forgot about columbus day.
mutha-f*er.
three day weekends in a tourist town mean something:
so many many awesomenesses,
and just 72 short hours to fit 'em all in.
for example;
i'm tattooin' yet another 'nother boston red sox B today,
this makes the seven-hundred-bazillionth time.
i doo-doo that specific satchel of sh!t, and i do it hard....
and somehow, even though i'm strikin' out more often than not,
i keep swingin' for the upper deck,
but feelin' like someone left an upper-decker of their own,
a tankful of turds rinsin' doo-doo butter,
in watered-down brown weak-sauce waterbaby bowlfuls.
i still keep swingin'.
your lamest days define you more than your best ones.
that's word.

dear fenway's big green monster,
you win.
total shutout.
a real no-hitter.
love,
xoxoxo,
albie

regardless,
i continue to wreak wreckage,
and reek righteously,
like a stink-stick stalwart,
stayin' strong, mentally and aromatically,
and stirrin' the pot with a megalithic monkey wrench....
warrior poetry composed with double-bass norwegian norse-metal meter,
and villainous viking verses;
in words and in deeds,
i'm turning it up to eleven.
just like always,
loud and hard.
those war winds are blowing, kids,
cinnamon and balsam and pumpkin and apple.
new england woodsly goodness smells great. really.
you gotta hit up soyfire for the ultimate barbarian bouquet.
(a liitle tiny bit oxymoronic, no?)
candles, ninjas.
stankin' so good.
i'm sayin'.
you are definitely gettin' older, or you're a white woman,
when scented candles are on your errands list....
and not the vanilla one, either....
that one's mad trailery, kids, recognize..... 

i've got some post-columbus day plans-
living through this autumnal season like the last luscious leaf...
when every other leaf changes,
staying green IS staying gold.
STAY GOLD.
never quiet, never soft...