arthur-making.

uh-huh.
occasionally, i get around to gettin' busy, my ninjas.
this fella showed up yesterday unnanounced.
the skull part doesn't line up with the libbidy-lips,
and the glowing hot fire furnace in his face seems too big for his big mouth,
all while he's a smudgy ash-wednesday wraith, with wings....
the herald angels are singin' off key with this one, ya'll.
but,
one hand has teeth,
and the other has a gooseflesh fingerless mitten on......
so, deal with it....
i'm sayin'.


here's a battle-beastly wicked little worm,
whose relationship should be evident to the smoke-ghost skeleton up above....
cousins, most likely, yeah?
six arms,
spotty eyebrows,
lobster claws,
and a warrior-poet's cap.

i think my makey-ness is starting to inbreed.
spirits, memories,
smokin' woodslies,
smokey goodslies,
hands with teeth,
scrapbook bits and cutout pieces......
everything is becoming one thing.
i guess i can live with that.

i don't know that i'm on familiar enough terms with art,
neither as a notion nor as a creation,
to call it something so friendly....
so i'll go with a proper formal name, instead;
i make a lot of Arthur,
y'heard?
and yesterday was a lesson in arthur-makin'.
a spot of gettin' to know ya,
with sharpies and scissors....
.......
-hey arthur,
mind if i call you art?
oh,
you do?
alright then,
i'll just be over here,
makin' stuff..
lemme know if you change your mind, yeah?-
.......
i seem to always have such grander estimations of my speediness.
i thought for sure i would bang out a heap of makey-ass stuff.
not just one and a half skull-worms.
i mean,
i already had the budget frames,
the dime-store acrylics,
the spent-up brushes,
and the cereal boxes and cardboard from the recycling...
i even had ideas,
although those got eaten up rather immediately,
and i was left freestylin' those goobieblops up there..
i had some fun,
we read some books (finished one/started another), 
made some soup to fix this cranky, skanky, drippin' and coughin',
and drank a gallon of tea, in assorted fruit and british flavours.
spendin' a lazy day with my ladyfriend,
and despite the relegation,
to the cold cold basement,
of all my arthurian endeavors,
i was up and down enough to feel like the time was spanned well....
(that's what SHE said)

i got smashed in the face with a lot of ice yesterday,
but,
i also smashed a lot of ice in the face.
the dam didn't break loose and crush me, either.
and, there wasn't water seepin' into the ceiling.
i'm comfortable with a tie score, ya'll......
lately,
all the shoveling and hammering,
and the 'echo base' snowfort tunneling,
as well as all the other assorted manly tasks
have left my limbs sapped of all strength.
i'm reppin' the overcooked spaghetti noodle-arms.
and legs.
wobbliness,
and dropsy,
in flippin' full effect.
i've got an avocado in my throat,
and every time i swallow,
i'm making guacamole;
never quiet, never soft...