heatwaves.

so it's a million degrees outside,
and that is exactly the wrong kind of hotness.
it's got only one t, for starters,
and the thermometer is already reading 80-something at 9 a.m.
hot and sweaty and humid just isn't as good,
not when compared to the lusciousness
of flavorful, talented, attractiveness.
i say "no, thank you" to hotness,
and "yes, please'' to the hottness.
the differences remain less-than-subtle.
i have tattooed my fingers off these last few days,
and that makes typing extra hard.

the woodsly goodness is taking it's sweet time presenting us with options.
i may have to trailblaze a furious swath of devastating destruction soon.
prepare yourselves,
the Folk Life & Liberty real-american carnival is being prepared.
whether or not we have a house to call home,
and regardless of where we hang our hats,
unicycles, stilts, banjos, concertinas, puppets, harmonicas,
and even vegan waybread are gonna have to happen
before the fall falls upon us all.
care to contribute your time and energy?
i hope so,
because this is what active participation is all about.
get ready,
or not,
but here we come;
never quiet, never soft....