the end...

...of february.
but don't worry,
it's still snowing up here.
i left yesterday in the throes of a snowstorm,
ate some pizza,
had a few teary-eyed farewells,
and scooted northwards,
to avoid overly enjoying the fifty degree sunny weather
that connecticut saw fit to rub in my face.
i suppose the brutal 'itis it gave me last time wasn't antagonism enough, yeah?
don't wory duders,
i returned to new hampshire in the depths of the evening,
and woke up to...
guess what?!
yep.
a snowstorm.
c'mon!.
12 hours round-trip to the weakest sauce,
10 am to 10 pm,
capped on both ends with raging stormswept gypsy cloudcover.
the hardest of hard styles.
12 hours, 10-10,
and all of it because i take it to eleven.
*
february is molto finito.
right now, the last grains in the hourglass are swirling
clockwise towards oblivion.
where the F* did it go?
if you know, holler the answer at your neighbor.
because i have no clue.
at all.
and i mean at all, at all.
how do we counter clockwise?
with clock ignorance.
oh, c'mon.
age and experience make wisdom,
so youthful indiscretion makes time stand still?
let's try it.
i'm ready for a little teleport to the top.
***********
duders,
art show time is upon me.
cult status, in minneapolis, is doing the do,
and shawn hebrank and i are the stars.
maybe.
i've got heaps and piles and wads of art,
and it's got to get to the midwest before the 11th.
c'mon.
when did you think it would be...
holy crapola.
tomorrow is march.
already.
so much to do, so little time;
never quiet, never soft.....