rabbit, rabbit.

rabbit, rabbit, it's May Day.

right round about the midnight hour,

as if appearing precisely to inform us of the passing of april

as time traveled towards the majesty of may,

an actual city-dwelling rabbit bounded by into the small hours

of the dark and stormy night.

april showers until the very last, i guess.

no joke,

the sky was stormy everywhere but where we were.

a smoke ring storm circle of lightning-striking,

with a creamy, blop-stuffed center of viking gluttons.

todd and shawn and i totally tuned up a ton and a half

of jumpin', jivin', friday-nightin' ethiopian brown blop-a-lops.

and once the diaper-bread had sopped up all

the sauce for the second time in a week,

we went to the crackery part of minneapolis,

to a neighborhood i'd not yet seen,

(due mostly to shawn's aversion to those darned uppity white folks).

once there,

independently of the presence of our buddy ryan,

who wasn't home yet,

we had an unsolicited hot bonfire,

an unprecedented antique garbage/heirloom

treasure hunt in adjacent garages,

a firearm assembly line,

and an entirely unnecessary extra slice of vegan pizza.

i also got a complimentary dead animal horn/weiner trumpet.

that's some busy manly man-time business.

a series of successive successful adventures is what's poppin'.

thanks, men.

i needed that.

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so,

it's may day.

there're no poles in sight,

no fires of folk life flock life purification,

no flippin' druids,

no communists.

well then,

what DO we have?

tribal.

uh-huh.

wait.

i wrote it wrong;

it's triiiiiibal!

and not just me, either.

shawn has three hours worth of black spikes as well.

that's six cumulative hours of dark, dark, dark black points.

mayday, y'all.

that's a mutha-lickin' distress call.

i don't find it disquieting.

in fact,

in the face of soft saucy sap-sucking spikiness,

i get louder and harder.

y'know,

i dis quieting.

c'mon.

today's the big day.

like every day;

never quiet, never soft.....