the greatest.

treats!
i got some new hand-thrown hottness yesterday,
from the tin mountain potteryworks,
and plans to obtain some new other other assorted hottness,
from hurricane mountain pottery today.
i've got that glazed look in my eyes,
all proper raku an' that.
i've got some loot, to cash us some clay.
muhammed ali? what? hold it...
you know, as in, the greatest.
the greatest collection of kickass bowls, mugs, jars, and crocks.
and what a crock it is, kids.
seriously, i've got a pair of 'em, and they're proper fresh, for real.
today's big affair?
i'm buyin' another bowl or two to hold my treats, ninjas.
be easy.
c'mon, can you blame a mutha-ucka?
i got a ragin' rocky top for that handmade stuff.
i mean,
i'm not hatin' on machine made bits and pieces, if they happen to hold some heat,
but there's no comparin' candlepower when up against the crafty crafted creations
of hands-on handmade treats.
that's word.

and,
today's the last real summer day.
and it's already got that autumnal accent liltin' through the leaves;
heck, it's not really even that warm outside.
come tomorrow, it may as well just be apples and sweaters.
labor day is mostly reserved for rednecks to burn burgers over blazin' grills.
and for college-age kidlets to practice getting drunk.
i'm workin' throughout all of that.
better off blastin' tatty-o's and commiserating with run-of-the-mill waterbabies,
than breakin' bread and hearts with the very same liquid infant diaperpants.
i'm sayin',
i've got run-of-the-mill zappin' to scribe up and vibe out.
you know it;
word to wood stoves,
i came to pinch loaves.
...on your life.
that barely even makes sense.
and yet i totally doo-doo that doo-doo,
it's a regular rear-ended three-day weak-end weekend.
so sit on back, have some oogey loogie potato salad,
with extra mayo, (to prove you're a proud american)
and enjoy this long range rovin' on weak-sauce work avoidance....
...and don't forget to stop by and gimme some money.
i'm at the fire, even when i'm not.

yard sales and old people,
traffic jams and elderberry jam,
tattyzips and steam engine restorations;
i'm grateful for the time i've been given.
every day,
not just on holidays;
never quiet, never soft.....