evening's light.

c'mon.

steaming and streaming in the sunlight.
supper on the stove,
warm rays of nature beaming in,
and a tremendous day of dopeness under wraps.
do we have what it takes to take down
a whole day's worth of doings?
have we got the means to scoople up the sweetness?
do we ever, duders.
here now,
go 'head and check the teleport, y'all:

how totally expert(e) is that, huh?
a weaponized spork wrench.
punch-dagger handle,
with bottle opener for added utility.
that jauns is how berserkers use utensils.
which is to say:
SO hard.
yep.
battle beast flatware, everywhere.
***********
another weekend has passed away.
forty-eight hours of excellence.
there was snow, rain, sun, wind,
the typical new england change-up situation.
cigars, tactical nylon, waaay too much food,
handymen, mattress stores, errant ways,
errand ways, and anyways,
it all really happened.
warmish snowdays,
coolish clear nights,
and chinese epic cinema in between.
full and well and truly and really.
Folk Life & Liberty,
the woodsly goodness,
and the worthy warrior way-
each and every spilt second,
adding up to minutes,
adding up to hours,
adding up to days,
it all really happened,
and continues to doo-doo so;
never quiet, never soft.....