equinox my sox off.

do you feel it?
yeah.
the tingles of a double feature lunatic fringe...
it's finally officially Fall.
AND it's a full moon.
somewhere out there,
probably in meth labs and porn stores,
wiccan gayblasters are totally F*n' losing it.
and what about the druids?
bam!
just like that,
i'm opening up your eyes to the
viking side of this whole lunar calendar seasonal change-up.
don't forget to give out some propers to those
woodsly burlap henge-clippers, too.
druids!
c'mon.
wolf-eyed nature duders, make some noise.
it's a big deal high-tide autumnal equinox,
and the wolfman powers are flowing.
directly into my brain.
spirits and memories, y'all.
harvest moon stuff.
...for your reaping relief.
yep.
all you reapists out there,
keep your reapers a little less grim.
i'm sayin',
it's the big day.
fire needs burnin',
moon needs howlin'.
the sleepless starry hottness of a folksy fuego festival
is in mutha-lickin' full effect.
if you own any neil young albums,
today is SO the day to have 'im be the soundtrack.
harvest. harvest moon. prairie wind. hawks and doves.
get some, and turn it up.
everybody knows this is nowhere.
whoah, be easy...the album, duders.
the woodsly goodness isn't just somewhere;
it's right here.
where it's supposed to be.
so where you at?
***********
i'm spread thin.
for real.
a couple of pumpkins and a bag of apples,
and i'm back to work again.
it's Fall already.
again.
there's work what needs doin'.
still.
and there's a whole thick slab of real life
all over this mountainous realm.
the equinox.
the full moon.
the change of season.
smoke rings blowin' like answers,
winds blowin' like change,
and the sights and smells of
the worthy real-time life we've got goin' up here.
happy F*ing Fall, neighbors.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....