fun is how you make it....

...not where you make it.
that's the truth.
good thing, too-
because the saturday crowd at the tatblastin' studio
is never ever really so much of the easiest one.
we save that for sunday mornings.
*
i made my own fun today.
it wasn't easy, but also was not that hard,
and yet, somehow, twice as loud and fresh.
there were hard styles galore at the zip-zap store today.
inner arms, trapezius floppers, ditch-pitchin' pokers,
and a cover-up to close out the stay-late night times.
stay all day, and pound it out all night?
fun is how you make it, like i said.
i sometimes surprise myself.
which is probably nothing compared to how i startle the clients.
consternation and confounding confusion is what i leave in my wake.
and that's just during my least wakeful minutes.
*
live,
from the woodsly goodness,
it's saturday night.
and that's pretty much all that there is.
i'm making fun.
it's what i do;
never quiet, never soft.....