rabbit, RABBIT!!

more fortuitous freshness, carved and craved in the woodsly goodness.
good F*n' luck with that.
i called out my jinx-proof safety 'xclamation,
all early and still-dark-out an' that.
i awoke in my crisp sheets and warm jammies,
next to a beautiful sweet honey baby, and a dumb dog,
but the question remains:
do i feel lucky, punks?
a little.
probably moreso than if i'd hollered out "rabbi, rabbi", anyway.
the t's, ya'll, two of 'em, like in the hoTTness, are essential.
and should that have been challah'd out, as well?
speakin' of;
i may head over to bethlehem today to check out some super-sexy stick furniture.
be easy,
i'm talkin' about bethlehem, new hampshire,
poetry capitol of the granite state.
and home to some palace-time (not palestine) places to scoople up some luscious housewares.
if you don't know, you'd better ask some bunny....


firewood.
it warms you twice, as the old-timey saying goes.
it may even keep my temperature torrid a couple more times than that.
hell, on a hot day, it overheats the heck out of my face.
all that physical laboring, but with such studly results.
rich, firm, and fully packed.
in the interest of sharing my newfound masculinity,
i just had to snap a shot of the woodshed.
i mean, that is exactly what i'm talkin' about right there.
oddly,
the dark, dank woodhole was also exactly where i wanted to hang out.
and almost no spiders messed with my well-being either, happily.
nothin' erases that turbo-testosterone triumph like a nancy-pants scream
and the subsequent scurrying that a spindly soul-sucker incites in me.
earwigs, for sure, were scamperin' around with their grabby grab-assey asses,
but a crickety little pincerbutt is not gonna break MY stride.
not enough legs to kick it up to eleven, y'heard?.
same reason i don't get weird about sharks.
too tubey to care about.
word.

it's september, my ninjas.
get ready.
the ultimate epic dopeness is here.
three weeks to official Perfect Fall Days;
never quiet, never soft....