goodbye, january.

1/12th of the way through with 2010,
already.
that means we've got to go to eleven to finish it.
i'm up for it;
how about all ya'll?
january is over!
over!!
all done.
kaput.
finito.
and i don't have a single extra red cent to show for it.
material fasting doesn't work
when new hottness-infused lavatories are in the works.
of course,
if there'd been the usual spending spree,
i'd be deep down in a disastrous fiscal fiasco.
and instead,
i tatzapped my shiny heinie right off,
and ended up exactly where i started the year.
the middle of nowhere.
only,
now i've got the first half of a bathroom begun as well.
so there's that, at least.
***********
has everybody got their hot sauce ready?
heads up, eyes open, fists clenched;
B.H.M is creepin' on a come-up.
i've got a healthy hankerin'
for greens, gravy, grits, and grape soda.
oh, c'mon.
save the npr sermonizing about insensitivity for
the sappy suburban sally-struthers supporters-
i'm on that revolutionary but gangsta sh!t;
i'm reppin' amistad uprisings,
underground railroads,
black panthers, john henry, frederick douglas,
and my sweet syrupy aunt jemima.
all things pre-urban-idiot are subjects for celebration.
that means props to sally hemmings,
but no-fives for thomas jefferson.
that includes spending only wooden or buffalo nickels, too.
and buffalo stances like neneh cherry.
as you already know,
buffalo gals go around the outside.
but i have no idea what that even means.
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it's an easy sunday morning over here.
i'm listening to black sabbath and the black keys,
gearing up for the big action tomorrow.
i've got some work to do,
i've got some life to live,
i've got fourteen hours of january left.
i've got a heated matress pad in effect, too.
gentle warmth, it says on the label.
not flippin' freezin' my A* off,
is what i say.
the days are getting longer,
but the nights are getting harder.
the weather's getting colder,
and the time is flying past us.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....