again?

don't be fooled.
it only looks warm, toasty, homey, and inviting.
i'm thinking of groundhog day.

...rise and shine campers,

and don't forget your booties,

'cause it's coooooold out there today...

last night was an exact replica of the previous one.

loud and hard and cold and sh!tty;

maybe we'll get a crazy non-stop wind tunnel tornado every night.

i can only hope for a clear day of warmer weather,

because if this windy blowbag outdoor activity

is the harbinger of an even colder front,

we're proper F*ed.

the mercury says we need to warm up just to have NO degrees.

that's a negative, in more ways than just temperature.

and it's not even winter until monday.

somebody should mention that to ma nature,

because if this is only late late fall,

midwinter is going to suckle a doo-doo buttery logsicle.

frosty windows in my kitchen just before sunrise?

it's a good thing i never need to sleep in there.

at least those spiders are probably frozen solid.

unless they've moved upstairs to my toasty bedroom.

great.

i'm glad i thought of that;

now i won't need the barbarian blast of icy air to chill my spine.

imaginary arachnid scritchers have got it covered.

flippin' spiders, my ninjas.

...no me gusta.

still,

spiders and northern blizzardly badness notwithstanding,

where else could i ever live?

i mean it;

where besides the woodsly goodness could a hard-style

hermit of the warrior poetry hunker down and burrow in?

there are warmer places,
and there are hotter spots,
y'know,
where there's not hurricanes of cold and 'necktards galore-
but i'm on that old time promise ring sh!t;
remember that song pink chimneys?
well, new england's in my life.
it's only cold when you sleep alone.
...so true. so good.
***********
consider this my two weeks' notice.
sorry, 2009,
but i'm moving on-
two weeks until we're done with this one, yeah?
two short ones,
and we begin a clean slate of resolute righteousness.
ya'll've got fourteen days to figure out how to arrive in the winter wonders
of woodsly goodness, and ring in on that new year with us.
you're invited,
and i hope you like sparkling cider and hot fire.
that's how we doo- doo that first night flight of fancypants funtimes.
this year was a pretty good one.
but we're going to bring a whole new heavyweight batch
of berserker thunder down on 2010.
hell, it'll jump off so hard,
it'll feel like 2011.
recognize;
never quiet, never soft.....