right up until the last minute, even....

i'm sitting in a snow-bog gulag.
mmm-hmmm.
weak-sauce rinse-away washouts,
glassy gulches of icy slicing slick skids,
and secret patches of sabotage on the sunless streets.
days upon days of rain have created
a slogging slush that sits on a murky mire.
for real.
the mountains are totally waterlogged,
from the seven inches of slurried slop on top,
to the deep doo-doo buttery blops of earth
that are supersaturated and soggy.
it's actually pretty gross.
we've even got the above-freezing-temperature-induced
melty-defrost foggybottom smokescreen
settling into the nooks and dales, duders.
that's that mist in our midst,
that makes sure it's hard to see what's poppin'.
as a result, the unfolding events of woodsly goodsly pre-spring fever
are obscured and the occluded cyclonic concentric circular rythyms
make their own plans above and around us in the meanwhile.
what could make me feel better?
how about some tribal tatzappin'?
oh yeah.
that's what's happening,
don't you worry your little heads.
triiiiiibal.
with names.
1-0.
advantage: black spikes.
oh, mountain homestead,
it's like you team up with the secret universal plan
to try and make me excited to leave for a little while.
the operative word here is try.
and we all remember our yoda lessons, don't we?
yep:
do or do not. there is no try.
that's a real thing.
and esoteric best efforts just can't compare
to louder-than-ten travel plans.
here is where my heart is,
but there is where my heart attacks.
love is a battlefield,
and minnesota is the western front.
is it all quiet?
more like never quiet.
y'heard? whaaaaat!
***********
last days are for smooching.
even when many happy return tickets
are already advanced purchased.
i'm looking for love in all the right places,
and preparing for war in all the others.
the blitzkrieg big-head puppetshow preparations
are due to begin in just 30 or so hours.
now that's some sh!t.
look out for stormclouds, midwestern waterbabies-
the hottness of a heatwave is due to butt up against
the cold, dreary doo-doo you know and love.
i'm stocking up on smooches,
and looking forward to so many bro-hugs.
it's all happening,
and it continues to really do so...
listen closely-
that's the thunder we're bringing with us;
never quiet, never soft.....