deep into it.

september.
i'm still on about it.
y'know there's ripened pumpkins around already?
man,
that's some late summer seriousness.
no jokes.
i need some.
now, let me tell y'all about our metal roof.
and more importantly,
about the explosions of divine heaven-hurled fury i've been hearing.
it's scary, a little teentsy tiny bit, my ninjas.
when, in the stillness of late night woodsly quietude,
a harsh, hard-style crash'em-up 'sploding sound gets a-poppin'.
like the villagers are catapulting boulders at my fortress.
i'm sayin'.
for all the loudness and the hardness of the big bangs we're wakening to,
it's all a lot of noise for just a little bit of danger...
it's acorns.
yeah.
little nature grenades.
the big sexy oak tree is shedding her little babies on our house.
so hard.
like, it sounds like dinosaurs crashing through the woods
when heard from the opposite side of the house.
acorns.
miniature oak trees.
little truths.
so dope.
***********
today's my brother-in-law's berfday.
he's thirty.
that's pretty cool.
my youngest sister's big one is tomorrow.
she'll be thirty as well.
mostly,
what i'm thinking about is not the magic milestone
of triple decade decadence.
but moreso that neither of them represents
the roman numerals associated therewith.
you know:
XXX.
like straight-edge. (most assuredly not)
or pornography. (probably not)
but maybe, however,
if we're talking about the old alcohol branding...
like moonshine jugs and pirate casks,
then,
just maybe,
my fully grown-up siblings by blood and matrimony
very well might be rockin' the trip'-X most truly.
drinkies, kids.
i can't hang out.
but i do love birthday cake.
that's word.
i hope there's more of the latter and less of the former,
with plenty of good cheer and all of that happy crapola.
***********
this weekend is the labor day daze and craze.
which means i'll be laboring.
all day.
every day.
after all,
what the F* is a holiday weekend?
duders,
when we talk about long weekends,
it's because we work extra hard for extra long.
and then it seems even longer.
(that's what she said)
so today is the lull,
before the storm;
and quite honestly,
before the actual storm.
hurricane earl's remnants and roustabouts
should be kicking the coastline's A* off sometime super-soon.
which means the elevated up-here-ness may actually
even get a little double drizzle to quench the unholy sizzle
of these record temperatures and fire-hazard tinderbox forests.
sorry, coastline,
but the mountains are what's up.
literally.
northern new england, mutha-b!tches.
that's where it's at.
today and every day.
just like always,
with the help of a hundred acorns;
never quiet, never soft.....