conejo, conejo,-de los muertos

 
jess's mask is pretty rad.
she already erased all the pictures of her wearing it right off of the camera though,
all sneaky and ninja-style.
anyway,
rabbit, rabbit, mutha-uckas!
now that i'm assured of good luckiness for the month,
i can get busy eating sugary skulls,
and leaving sugary bread shaped like crosses and sh!t out in graveyards.
that's right,
it's los dias de los muertos, ya'll.
the day (or two) of the dead.
nice.
...one time,
a few years back,
we went to oaxaca, mexico- hearty heart of the all-saints/souls celebrations.
y'know, to get deep in the doo-doo of that freaky sh!t,
but mostly we ended up in deep doo-doo.
we landed through a haze of burning buses and cars-
the city was rioting,
flamethrowers and revolutionaries were having barbarian battles in the city center,
and most of oaxaca was on fire,
whether from hot spit or anti-government sentiment,
it was a harsh realm.
we pretty much evacuated out,
hard.
i didn't think that being dead,
or almost immediately getting dead was part of the celebration...


the crudites and hors'd'oeuvres.
i usually just call 'em snacks.
there were almonds, and kettle corn;
those marzipan blops- which were like almond flavored toothpaste balls,
we had trailer crackers- (triscuits and chips and pretzels for dippin')
and two kinds of cookies;
vegan magic chip and pumpkin chocolate chip,
and those frosted ultra-fattie boombattie pun'kin' bars...
the hummus in the pumpkin was elite 'as all get out', whatever the f* that means.
roasted garlic an' that,
in breath-burnin' butt-churnin' amounts.
we also had tofu pups wrapped in dough like mummies,
but they got ate up so hard, i couldn't snap a shot in time.
apple crisp was also in full effect,
and those incredibly yum4tum stuffed-up mushrooms.
we also had fancy soda pops,
including some ginger brew so ridiculously spicy as to be completely unrefreshing.
it was ice cold, and very wet,
but somehow left your whole face and throat feeling hot and dry,
like summertime beachsand in beverage form.


my homeslice, jim,
knitted me this super-fresh hat!
green and gold, son,
true hamden warrior crew colors.
he also brought over those tasty chocolate chip cookies.
active participation at it's finest, y'heard?

october left us last night,
a success story of successive Perfect Fall Days,
worthy warrior poetry,
and battle bard ballads,
with a eulogy written in woodsly goodness and hot hot fire.

the days of the dead,
marigolds and mums for the dearly departed and duly deceased dopenesses and doo-doo butterballs alike.
when the time comes,
you can guess what my wrench-shaped headstone is gonna read:
eleven, even in eternal respite,
never quiet, never soft...