Saturday, October 30

evens and eves.

wet leaves, and white water-
slippery slopes and collapsing riverbanks-
the flow up here is heavy,
and it's sucking in the souls, hard and fast and hungrily.
it's the eve of the eve an' that,
and the coast is far from clear.
it's mischief night.
or hell night.
or rascal night.
or whatever you nerds call it wherever you are.
call it what you want- tonight's the night.
i'm no wiccan weirdie, or anything close to it,
but i can feel it as fully as a full-moon frenzy.
spirits and memories, my ninjas.
flowing.
saints, souls, sinners, and sh!t.
and toilet paper,
rolls and rolls of toilet paper.
but we aren't wipin' up the doo-doo butter, duders,
we're mummy-wrapping the woodsly goodness.
c'mon.
it's mutha-b!tching mischief night for cryin' out loud.
i'd huck a batch of unborn baby chicks,
but that's a big fat NO-NO on the vegan lists,
so maybe twice as much shaving cream and flaming dog poop?
yeah.
that sounds about right.
***********
the day is foggy, and cold, and snowy.
that poses a problem;
snow leaves footprints,
and it seems unlikely someone else
won't be able to follow the tracks back to here.
awwwwww, man.
getting caught, in one's mid-thirties,
soaping car windows and putting toothpaste under doorhandles
isn't funny.
it's actually a misdemeanor.
and the boys in blue will take you in for criminal mischief.
should i stop?
YOU should stop even wondering.
real ninjas do real sh!t,
above and beyond the borders of good sense.
ah, yes,
it looks as if the hamden warrior spirit is alive and well...
haunting the hollows and hideaways of this mountain paradise,
lurking, with impish gleamings, in the shadows-
dead things come back, after all,
throughout these dias de los muertos.
soggy, frozen t.p.,
rock hard icy barely-inflammable animal feces,
and presumably,
if anyone espies my A* running through the woods,
maybe even some alleged sasquatch sightings...
not to mention all these mutha-ucking ghosts.
smoke ring spooks,
concentric coalescing circles,
spirits,
memories,
it's ALL really happening;
never quiet, never soft..... 

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