epiphany.

according to my calendar,
it's the epiphany.
anybody having one?
an epiphany, i mean.
i know i am.
because this is the end.
for real...
today is the very last day that i'm gonna be thirty-four.
holy smokes, my ninjas.
i'm tellin' you duders-
i feel it.
every sore thumb-sticking second of sore thumbs are stiff necks.
every grey hair, and each and every missing one, too.
the lightning-striking shock of white in front, and the sides, as well.
i'd call these wrinkles 'laugh-lines',
but i'm just not that mirthful, y'know?
more like misery, and a whole lot of company-loving ley-lines.
yeah.
that's more like it.
a face-blasting wizardly firestorm...for my OWN face.
ouch.
i'm getting uglier, creakier, codgerier, more withered and enfeebled.
it's not pretty, but it's pretty good.
because all this advanced age,
and all the experiences that've built layer upon layer of
berserker barbarian battle-beastly warrior poetry
all adds up to one very important quality for really real life:
wisdom.
i should get some wise pants for my wise ass.
i said it.
and i meant it.
i've already got smartypants for my smart ass,
and all these cheeky cheeks need warmth, neighbors.
real talk.
***********
today is the day,
but tomorrow is even moreso.
it continues to happen.
all of it.
the broke, busted, broken, disgusted time-spanning temperance
of Folk Life & Liberty, gratitude, generosity,
and real-life documentation in the woodsly goodness.
thanks for another other 'nother year of being.
just being dope?
you betcha.
thirty-four years, in a row, right down the sh!t-pipe.
next up,
the savage stormswept raging gypsy whirlwind
of arthur-making, vegan-baking, grubstaking hottness
of thirty-five, in the big eleven.
to eleven, ninjas.
you like it;
never quiet, never soft.....